cinnamon benz
Singer:riff raff
it don't matter what car that i'm driving
all of my diamonds rearranged
i ain't got no problem with ya' baby
all of my bitches drive mercedez
jumping out with stars with a maroon visa card
i eat versace noodle soup
rims look like hoola-hoops
sipping syrup out the maple
i jumped over a group of fifth graders
that bitch pussy smell like camel cleats
you know she gon' put that work in
and now she got them panties up
she earn her shit the harder way
only ten pieces or better
niggas better watch their distance
call me gz' or call me james
cause in this game i am so worthy
we got it live in this bitch
when she arrive in this bitch
we feeling fly cause we the shit
she only do it when she want to
the women looking so real
i be safer if i don't tell
every thick chick with the skin so golden
whether it's a ten and nationality chosen
never bringing water to a slide and park
you could find me parched
scoping out the hoes with red bones
like i used to on a regular
'cause i got a honey on the side who's ahead of her
'cause i got a cutie up north who's a registered sex contender
who calls me a competitor