Lyrics Thru the City - Z-RO

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
I remember when I couldn′t ride a Bentley through the city babe
I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city babe
Was asking you to come and get me
But no gas money so you wouldn′t do it, babe

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city, babe
I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city, babe
I remember when I couldn't afford to Uber through the city, babe
Was asking you to come and get me
But no gas money so you wouldn′t do it, babe

Styrofoam cup inside of styrofoam cup
I don′t need you to drop on the weed
With me I buy my own drugs
You said I would never take off but right now
It seems like I can't stop going up
And Like JJ Evans, I′m Dyn-O-Mite
'Cause seems like I can′t stop blowing up

It's funny, funny, funny, funny
The way you think you gon′ get a verse for free
'Cause I don't know you niggas
If you ain′t graduate from a real nigga university
I want my money, money, money, money
That′s the only thing that will work for me
And when I finish all my work and they put me in the dirt
Put my money in the dirt with me

Big old "B" in the middle of the wheel
Seventy grand in my pocket that shit ain't come from no deal
I don′t fuck with you niggas no more so you say I'm not real
Maybe the champagne bubbles
And the hot tub bubbles is all I can feel
That′s real

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city babe
I remember when I couldn′t afford to Uber through the city babe
Was asking you to come and get me
But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city, babe
I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city, babe
I remember when I couldn′t afford to Uber through the city, babe
Was asking you to come and get me
But no gas money so you wouldn′t do it, babe

All I need is my continental
It sends chills up my spine
Every time I touch that wood grain wheel
I own this bitch, this bitch ain't no rental
Rolling one deep for life
Fucking with phoneys might get me killed

I blow kush smoke up in the air
Tan leather wrapped all around my chair
I love making these haters stop and stare
Shout out to god, I′ma stop and say a prayer

And everytime I come down the avenue
Let the top back is what I have to do
Bad bitches, I will not chase after you
Even if you say, "'Ro this sack is for you"
I′m one deep in my Bentley babe

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city babe
I remember when I couldn′t afford to Uber through the city babe
Was asking you to come and get me
But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city, babe
I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city, babe
I remember when I couldn′t afford to Uber through the city, babe
Was asking you to come and get me
But no gas money so you wouldn′t do it, babe

I wish you would have kept all
Of our business off of your Facebook
'Cause it wasn′t all about me
It was about your Instagram and your Facebook
Why you gotta always let the left hand
Know what the right hand doing?
They be looking at me funny when I buy all this scotch
That's what the white man be doing

I′m supposed to pay my water bill, light bill, phone bill
Not supposed to pay hoes
I'll buy food hand from a bum before I pay these bitches
To come up out they clothes
The pussy is free but my game ain′t
Take your body, end up where your brain ain't
Y'all shirley ass niggas ain′t dranking
That′s tasting eight days later, still got the same drank

Drunk a thirty-seven, fucking right I did
Ain't no telling how many Dr Pepper′s and Sprite's I did
My bank would come to the crib, no more ATM′s
And every night a bad bitch say, "Rape me then"
Two hundred more thousand, that was my afternoon
You a bad bitch but I gotta chase my money
I would never chase after you

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city babe
I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city babe
I remember when I couldn′t afford to Uber through the city babe
Was asking you to come and get me
But no gas money so you wouldn't do it, babe

Every day I ride Bentley through the fucking city, babe
I remember when I couldn't ride a Bentley through the city, babe
I remember when I couldn′t afford to Uber through the city, babe
Was asking you to come and get me
But no gas money so you wouldn′t do it, babe