I Wanna Benz Lyrics - 50 Cent

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I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends 

I need my money, that don't ever end 

I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands 

I wanna be the motherfuckin' man 

Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends 

I need my money, that don't ever end 

I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands 

I wanna be the motherfuckin' man 

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 

Bitch, I'm YG 400 

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 

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Bitch, I'm YG 400 

I want a four door Benz that fit all my friends 

So I could pull up on a bitch and tell her "bitch, get in" 

Bitch, I want the crib, nobody know where I live 

Cause that's where I hide all my shit 

Diamonds on my wrist, on my neck and other wrist 

Got damn, look at this 

Oh, she want a kid? She wanna trip when I dip 

Damn, bitch, let me live 

I wanna be a baller, hit the mall, ring it all up 

It's ten G's, ring it all up 

Hit the strip club, we make a mess, she clean it all up 

Black Chyna, clean it all up 

I do it cause I can, African American 

They never wanted us to have bands 

Do you hear what I'm saying? 

This was not in they plan 

Photos 

But now a young nigga got bands and... 

I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends 

I need my money, that don't ever end 

I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands 

I wanna be the motherfuckin' man 

Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends 

I need my money, that don't ever end 

I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands 

I wanna be the motherfuckin' man 

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 

Bitch, I'm NH 600 

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 

Bitch, I'm NH 600 

I want an all black Benz without no tints 

So you can see the gold glow when the sun shine in 

Put Pirellis on stocks, I don't want no rims 

Want a big stash spot to put this four-five in 

I want all my niggas ballin' in the fast lane 

Hundred some thick when we pull up to the valet (what?) 

Park and hop out with the mad face 

Cause these niggas ain't shit 

Turned down since the cash came 

Oh, fuck that, heard shots then we bust back (bang) 

Bullet proof everything, you can trust that 

You done it like we done it, I suggest that (why?) 

Cause would you rather be the victim or the suspect? 

Oh, no, I came too forth 

Changed my ways, no, I change my broad 

Chase my change, never change my squad 

And stack 'till I can change my car, cause... 

I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends 

I need my money, that don't ever end 

I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands 

I wanna be the motherfuckin' man 

Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends 

I need my money, that don't ever end 

I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands 

I wanna be the motherfuckin' man 

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 

Bitch, I'm YG 400 

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 

(It's Fifty, bitch, I keep it one hundred) 

We blew a hunna G's on some bitches out in Vegas 

It's YG and Fifty, niggas know they can't fade it 

She get the seven digits, she could say she hit the jackpot 

Accountants ain't counting money coming out the crack spots 

Come through in a motorcade, bitch, we shut your block down 

Foreigns everywhere, you know a nigga on top now 

We tipping bitches, stripping, bust it open for a real nigga 

You thinking she won't, I'm thinking hell yeah, she will figure 

There's gonna be a party right after the party 

She may menage with somebody 

Cause we got bitches with us that's bringing more bitches, get it? 

I bet you your bitch with it, she come through she gon' get it 

This is nothing personal, now why would this be hurting you? 

Bottles poppin', pussy poppin', mollies in the water 

Crazy shit that we be doing with somebody's daughter 

Have me thinking, damn nigga, we be out of order 

We turn up too loud, they call the law on us 

I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends 

I need my money, that don't ever end 

I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands 

I wanna be the motherfuckin' man 

Bitch, I wanna Benz, I wanna look good with my friends 

I need my money, that don't ever end 

I wanna blow some bands, and still have some bands 

I wanna be the motherfuckin' man 

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 

Bitch, I'm YG 400 

Tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds 

Bitch, I'm YG 400 

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