600 Benz

[Intro: Wale]
Why not live with the drive to aspire?
My ambition is flawless, this is gorgeous
This is Porsches but this about the Benz, ya dig?
Pass me the lighter, Brozay
I need a J (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
I appreciate the opportunity
Something special, my nigga

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Wale]
600 Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work on my face
I get that work on my face, ay
Boy, 600 Benz, condo six hundred grand
I got twelve hundred kicks, them bitches straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked, I put that shit on my hand
I get that work on my face (I put that shit on my man, boy)

[Verse 1: Wale]
Wale, real niggas where the totem
Blowin' bomb haze, I just tell CJ keep on rollin'
That's my shorty, tinted out, you ain't seeing through
All black everything, this shit like a HBCU
Maybach Music, major moves, bitch I’m saving major loot
I make my old bitches buy me all the latest shoes
One whip just ain't enough, I just seen thirty-three
You only half a W without a second V
Gotta be dreamin', bitch I gotta be chosen
Shawty when I was 20, I had a Camry and tokens
But now I'm okay, bitch I got my shit together
Rozay told me, "Keep on working shawty, you’ll be rich forever"
Ever, forever my endeavors
And I sever my opponents, bitch I'm cold like it's in Denver
The dilemma is, you think I got no conscience
You think I'm just here flossing on raw shit about car shit

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Wale]
600 Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work on my face
I get that work on my face, ay
Boy, 600 Benz, condo six hundred grand
I got twelve hundred kicks, them bitches straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked, I put that shit on my hand
I get that work on my face (I put that shit on my man, boy)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Dependin' on how I feel, either the coupe or sedan
I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man
Niggas'll ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can
I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams
Hand-to-hand in the cold, pockets on hella swole
I was breakin' ‘em down, now I’m sellin' 'em whole
Work straight out the kitchen, ain't no competition
You just shut up and listen and you can complete the mission
Know you want me to fall, I don’t do nothing but ball
You heard I was in jail, well I just came from the mall
I’m on my way to the jeweler, 'bout to cop me a Muller
Keep the digital ruler in arm's length of the Ruger
Life’s a bitch and I feel her, ain't nobody iller
Perico Godzilla, catch me blowing vanillas
Used to be blood money, now it’s go hard scrilla
After I count it all up, I'ma go to the dealer and get a

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Wale]
600 Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work on my face
I get that work on my face, ay
Boy, 600 Benz, condo six hundred grand
I got twelve hundred kicks, them bitches straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked, I put that shit on my hand
I get that work on my face (I put that shit on my man, boy)

[Verse 3: Wale]
Skrrt! Hope you heard that intro
This that "I been grindin' cause I’ve been savin' for that Benz" flow
To mash on assholes with petty badges
Tell them niggas we throwed, but they never gon' catch us
If I am pulled over, I know they gon' be on it
Cause it's hot in here and I got no L like the '7-2 Dolphins
Woo! Race my nigga
And I bet you never pass me like a free safety, nigga
I'm Polamalu, 600 the newest model
My newest motto to use a condom with newest models
Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young
Y'all ain't killers, y'all got hundred yard dash guns
I'm a rare one, camos and some rare ones
Where I'm from is a circus, hope you don’t expect a fair one
Dropping hundreds like it ain't nothin'
Really it was but you know I'm never sayin' nothin'

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Wale]
600 Benz, house six hundred grand
That was six years ago, whips come from Japan
I get that work on my face
I get that work on my face, ay
Boy, 600 Benz, condo six hundred grand
I got twelve hundred kicks, them bitches straight from Japan
My ambition is wicked, I put that shit on my hand
I get that work on my face (I put that shit on my man, boy)