Ratchet In My Benz - Ty Dolla $ign, Juicy J

She got his name tatted on her

She texting me like babe come over

I lied and said that I was out of town

I’m with my other bitch right now

If the head right, Dolla there every night

Smoking, no seatbelt, pistol, run red lights

Then I pull up on your bitch

Like get up in my whip

I just want to take you for a ride, and we going

Ride around the corner

Ain’t nobody looking, I’ma just pull it out

You’ll know what to do, meet me in my backseat, yeah

And we’ll get ratchet in my Benz (Yeah, yeah)

And we gonna get ratchet in my Benz (Yeah, whoa)

It feel like (Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah), well, well, well

They’re like (Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah), well, well, well

Pimp shit nigga, that’s all I know

You can take my word for it, or ask your ho

Backseat chilling, smoking that sticky

Your girlfriend put on a magic show

She do it with no hands, that’s the way I like

Got cough syrup all in my Sprite

I ain’t trying to find me no wife

But if she suck me right, she can stay all night

Top notch bitch getting money, don’t play

A ho gon' be a ho nigga, ain’t shit change

Let your bitch chill with a stunna for a day

Got your bitch feeling like a runaway slave

Shows up when she seen the Benz

Told her hop in, and bring some friends

Got Bombay, got peach Ciroc

For the ratchet bitches, got Seagram’s gin

Smoked out, smoked out, all day and night

Nigga so high, feel like I got wings

Always ball out like the championship

Tell them bad bitches, come join my team

Groupie bitches on a bunch of drugs

Turnt up in a limousine

I tell them come over

Yeah bend it over

It’s time for me to get in between

I just want to take you for a ride, and we going

Ride around the corner

Ain’t nobody looking, I’ma just pull it out

You’ll know what to do, meet me in my backseat, yeah

And we’ll get ratchet in my Benz (Yeah, yeah)

And we gonna get ratchet in my Benz (Yeah, whoa)

It feel like (Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah), well, well, well

They’re like (Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah), well, well, well