Benji In China ft. Chyna O Lyrics

Benji

It's Chyna O

Yeah

I came to give the hoes plenty

You know

Y'all bitches tryna catch up? Tomato tomato tomato

My rules are my rules, just simply because I say so

Conscience on my shoulders but I flicked the one with the halo

There's no being humble when it's plenty bitches trying me

I say fuck you if you doubted me

I ain't tryna wait for you to be proud of me

I don't need a man to Fendi, Gucci, Louis, Prada me

Tipped over tipsy, that's the little teapot in me

Shaking glasses with the ice but ain't a bitch here spotting me

Starvin for some meat

You don't want no heat

Well done

Bitches be mad at me 'cause they mamas done failed 'em

Tell them bitches to back it up

Bitches ugly, bitch pack it up

Must be smoking some angel dust

If they're thinking they fuck with us

Who the fuck they think touching us

Bitches never is brave enough

We can call up the city morgue

Let 'em know that you checking in

Who you think that you're badder than?

MJ laughed at that

Tip my hat at the effort, but you can't lie like that

Niggas give no F's in life so all they do in life I lie

I let him open his lips and then give him the side eye

I knew he was cap when he said the future's my time

But my time is here and now and you better get it right

Why you gotta be on this and that

Everything ain't so black and white

These hoes tripping, running in place

But the treadmill's not working right

When it's up it's never stuck

I say jump, they Double Dutch

Nothing moves without my say but I still just don't give a fuck

Let me give you some lessons

Ask god to give you some blessings

You can take 'em and share 'em to all your bum ass friends

You could get in the Benz

I'll take you for a li'l spin

I know you might like the ride, 'cause you can't live like this

Had to switch my flow now, busting out like four rounds

San Diego to the raq tell me where I should go now

I don't care who had the mic last, this here is my show now

Bitches running dry, when they owe me, Xaolin Showdown

I get the niggas you dream about

I'm that bitch that you read about

I be up on the billboards, you be looking up to the clout

I'm that bitch that you wanna be

All you bitches is wannabes

You could never be one of me

All you bitches is sons to me

All you bitches is sons to me

You could never be one of me

I'm the one and the only, ain't no bitches is touching me

Tell them bitches to pack it up 'cause they know it's my season

And I ain't fucking executives, If I get it, I bleed it

I'ma shit on you hoes and wipe my ass with the cash

I know you bitches is broke, I might donate a li'l bag

You can stop with the gossiping

Cause I'm up and I'm popping bitch

I be icy as fuck but I'm still the hottest bitch

Private flights to Ibiza

Skeezer

While parked on the meter

Protect my energy these hoes are death eaters

I mean bottom feeders

I assert myself and now I'm a diva

Was a diva

Been a diva

Either way come write this diva's

Name on the check and I'm signing the back I'm taking it straight to the bank

Big 'ol bags in the back of the Lac, we moving it state to state

Benji and Chyna racing wraiths

I'm always in outer space

Hold on hold my kerosine

'Cause I got I got I got Peter Piper wishing that he picked this pickled pepper

If you're checking my track record

Double Dutching "Red Hot Chili Stepper"

It don't get no better

Than the wax seal on the scarlet letter

Just give it a rest because you can't catch up to my level