Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough I'm a cast away Rolling up these spirits I'm chillin' with my youngins They all totin' lamas And they flip that purple haze I feed them with these commas And give it to yo momma' Then fuck yo baby momma' And I can't compromise Oh I love you haters And I can't lose my time Fuck all of you haters We eatin' at this table Cause we some money makers We be gettin' money Cause we some money makers I roll I'm gone I pop a perc you know a nigga roll I roll I'm gone If you 'bout gettin' money I put on, I put on Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough This the O Know that this Marco You already know Got my drink I'ma make a toast This one for my bros This for piff All my nigga wanted was designer clothes And some hoes We might pull up on 'em Hop out of the ghost I don't fuck witchu Party with my people She callin' on my phone Text me like "I need you" I'm like "what you wearin'?" She like "that shit see-through" Just don't make me pull up girl if I don't really need to I know All this money ain't no price on it She with me So you know she made the right decision To be honest I don't trust these bitches 'Cause they gon' go around and tell these other bitches Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough Ridin' in the Benz so cold Platinum on my wrist just froze Slidin' through the breeze I'm gone Slidin' through the wind I'm gone Pop a perc I'm rollin' Then I got me some doda White girl; got that yoda Then I got me some dough