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Ben (Guy):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Man, hey
Check thi-, that lil' shawty right there
Stop lil' shawty there
(Who, that lil' girl there?)
Yeah, get her, yeah get fa' me

Guy (Girl):
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here gurl, hey, here...
(I know you talkin to me)
Hey, hey, shut up gurl, (What?!?! UP?!?!)
Hey, look here, look here, here
My boy, Ben Hated, he... he wanna at you, (WHAT?!?!) my boy...
(Ben Hated?!?! I see why his ass "been hated",
look what y'all ridin in)
Bitch... Muthafuck... Kick rocks, you!
off, honking horn*

Steppin Escalades & Navigators
We makin it so they cant fade us (They cant us)
So we got to reach our
Pushin sellin gold (sellin gold)

Steppin Escalades & Navigators
We makin it so they fade us (They cant fade us)
So we got to our goals
platinum sellin gold (If you aint know)

[Ben
I stand here all night dressed like mo
Hustlin up outta doors
Candy Caprices no mo', Escalades Momo's
Who lookin, boy we is so pro, is just how we seem
Yayo weighed up on beams, for that wanna dream
That's how I my cream
With a down ass hoe, and a as scheme
And a down as team fulla down ass niggaz down for green
I see how y'all watch and wait, hope I decide to late
Dont run up wrong and your fate maker
Long as I get your weight
They call me Mr. Bossy, molases paint silver
Fuck what it me, I'm Mr. Flossy get the hell off me
Ben Hate bout G's, Ben 'bout multiplatinum CD's
Hell, Hate bout grind, Ben Hate hustle, Ben Hate bout mine
Steppin out time, in aligators, glock for them haters
Hollow tips so they cant fade us, big makers
You see me on the seen so clean, black gleam
Draped up in orange & blue (orange & blue), wit' my team

nah
Hell it aint road, industry see me
Guys leave, my be so lovely
Comin through like the folks in the back
See me, be like Puffy get the dough
Gonna let me the track
Seein how these folks be makin tha money
of fact cant call the cat
Cause they chillin like a bad rat off cheese like a Kit-Kat
Now check that, the man the Rolex and the diamonds in his hand
Girls in the club wanna holla Cause think he is the man
But I cant stand them pretty ass and niggaz they gettin up on my nerves
And while they in my face, they actin fake, I'm kickin 'em to the
So what it concern, on whether I ball or stand on my own 2
Got you niggaz dislikin me , they get like me
I'm jumpin five bitches, over geeks
make no sense 'til you ask me
Cause I'm on top, make you wanna me
I'm just smoke a blunt, march 2 in front
Cause haters aint never gon me
Try to put the mean mug on I come around
Nigga like you wanna give me a
But you comin at me you brainy
Talkin 'bout you just wanna be
Yeah right, nigga you cant get wit' Re
So you better have a seat
I'm on top my game, why you know my name
I done hit that now what it's gon be

Ben
Wood grippin, sippin
Pistol hold and pistol
All lames that 'bout trickin
Dump them and get to dippin
of niggaz, that slide all custom trucks
With the dubs, all chrome, grill bars, and 2-colored cuts
Pros, stand on the block, nuts
Sick of them and cut-butts
in the 'Lac and shawty get cut
Hop in the 'Gator woe's get stuck, up
These bustaz wanna try me, I pull they when they alk by me
'em upset lookin mad, and dog, face lookin sad
I dont sweat these pros man, I lick pros man
And I bent these pros, Jump in the car with on Vogues
If you got a with them ends you cn freak out her friends
Sent that out to your partnaz lake, night shake the show stoppers
Welcome to my game, I do this thang no shame
And if folks ask, then tell 'em my name, Mr. Ghetto Fame
I dont say no just lay it back
Let my girl on my strap
I trust these lames
I fuckin crush these lames, touch these