Текст песни Benji's & Weed (feat. ESR Candyman) - Andy Kapps

You know what we do on the beat, ayy, all of my niggas elite, yeah
Roll up them sticky trees, yeah, countin' them bennies and cheese, fam, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Coolest in the room, chill in a cocoon, then I come out as a butterfly, why would I lie
When I'm on a microphone, I just fire up anybody in my eye
Did I st-d-d-udder guy
Comin' out this fuckin' hustle guy
Get ready to hover, gettin' weed out the cupboard, it's OG Kush, we're gonna get Bubba high
Get ready to rumble, the cash and the duffel, this alpha dog don't rock a muzzle
And they all tryin' to jack my swag and you know my game don't ever lag
Coolest in the game and you know we run it, I just go up and get it like Terrell Owens
Yeah, I'ma keep going, I'ma keep going, I'ma keep going, I'ma keep going

You know what we do on the beat, ayy, all of my niggas elite, yeah
Roll up them sticky trees, yeah, countin' them bennies and cheese, fam, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't get mine yet, I'm still not quitting on myself
I came to get the money and you gon' see me top shelf
Hip-hop artist, ya'll can talk that garbage
I'ma continue to run this shit like Forrest Gump
Boy I got spunk, I can take a money shot or a dunk
Alley oop to my boo who gon' back it up like a trunk
So you join me in the cut and we head to the rendezvous for that love
She know how I ball, so you know she on my balls
She said she'll take it all, so I give her that nut
Then she took off her jaws and she was like what, I ain't get mine yet

She ain't get hers, but she know she lying, cause I'm on a whole nother level
I'm piping her down, she making them sounds, got the neighbors calling on the reverend
I was breaking her back, cracking her spine, dementia's got her going crazy on God
I told her, baby, ain't no running to hide, you was asking for it, now I'm here to supply

You know what we do on the beat, ayy, all of my niggas elite, yeah
Roll up them sticky trees, yeah, counting them bennies in chief, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't get mine yet, I ain't, I ain't get mine yet
I ain't, I ain't get mine yet, I ain't, I ain't get mine yet
Coming for more, always be that, hustle for more, always be that
I ain't, I ain't get mine yet, I ain't, I ain't get mine yet

We rolling the sticky, thinking about these biddies, counting the cheddar, sipping on some Henny
Andy brought plenty, so I'm getting tipsy, boy, we too litty, getting all these Benji's, yeah
The whips that he flowing on ghosts, pressure got us doing the most
Got my bitch in the back with the pole, in case these niggas won't smoke with the goat
Ridin' through the city bumping these beats, spending blocks instead of getting the cheese
Rapping all about the money and we keep the paper flowing, so the ice make them freeze
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know what we do on the beat, ayy, all of my niggas elite, yeah
Roll up them sticky trees, yeah, counting them bennies and cheese, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah