Cedes Benz - The-Dream

Brand new Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz

Brand new Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz

Brand new Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz

Nigga put me on, now I’m everything I wasn’t

Got money in these streets, niggas love me like a cousin

Word to TMZ, keep it moving, I ain’t budging

My mama told me «nigga don’t stop until you bussin»

I’m bussin.

I’m G, got 'Sace on my jeans

A million dollar smile, diamonds wrapped around my teeth

And this some nigga shit but you can’t ignore the feeling

Leather on leather, suede on the ceiling, on the ceiling, ceiling

Brand new Cedes Benz, you can put that on my uncle

Pretty black thing, she remind of my mama

Red guts over bone, creeping on the come up

Talkin' all that shit, I gotta tec-9 for that drama

Brand new Cedes Benz, brand new, brand new Cedes Benz

Cedes Benz, Cedes Benz

Oh Jesus and Jehovah, fuck you in your Rover

Got Mary in my shotgun, «oh my God» when I roll up

I don’t give a fuck bruh, I don’t give a fuck bruh

Money come and go but I guess I wouldn’t know

You see miracle on my whip

Ketchup on the inside

Relish in my pocket nigga

You know I’m out that west side

And I know them Germans made it

I’ve been hooked since the 80's

Name my next son Merc

And name my next daughter Cedes (Sadie), baby

But I could really give a fuck about my Benz though

Just like I really give a fuck about your car note

Fuck with my girl, come through

And you know how I do

Yeah, my girl be on ten

Then she turn up in my Benz

My girl clean in this bitch

My girl clean in this bitch

Call her Chanel, in Chanel she mean in this bitch

These bitches hate it when they see her

Bet you thought you was a diva

And she should apologize, Baker, Anita

Girl clean when she come through in this bitch

My girl clean when she come through in this bitch

My baby clean when she come through in this bitch

These bitches hate it when they see her

Bet you thought you was a diva

And she should apologize, Baker, Anita

Be my confidant, drive this all you want

Promise you can back it up, baby you ain’t gotta front

We ain’t gotta shift the mood, just keep riding

Just tell me what you want baby I’m listening, I’m listening

We brand new in that brand new, Christening, we Christening

Feels like the first time