Rain On My Benz

[Chorus: Corey Patrick]
When it rains on my Benz
They just wanna know if they allowed to hop up in
And I’m gone in the wind
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch, I’m a burnout
I don’t give a fuck about shit, how’s the turnout
Pretty damn good if you ask me
Running through these bands, my mama knew I was an athlete
Balling, ‘nother round of shots
And she calling
Look outside the window it’s still pouring

[Verse 1: Roodbwoy]
Spending some racks on my ten toes
Spending some racks on Rick Ramones
Swerving the Benz with paranoia
I'm still balling
Money gon call
But I'm still sippin that lean again
Thinking how you broke my spleen again
Thought it was a dream again
They feeling untouched like Floyd
The Glock turn that man to a boy
Still fighting them cases like Floyd
Still on the block like Al Capone
Making some racks off an app on my phone
And there’s some rain right on my foreign

[Chorus: Corey Patrick]
When it rains on my Benz
They just wanna know if they allowed to hop up in
And I’m gone in the wind
I don’t give a fuck about a bitch, I’m a burnout
I don’t give a fuck about shit, how’s the turnout
Pretty damn good if you ask me
Running through these bands, my mama knew I was an athlete
Balling, ‘nother round of shots
And she calling
Look outside the window it’s still pouring