Bentayga Lyrics by Ian
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah (Haha, what the f—?)
Huh, huh, huh, huh (Oh, it’s Holiday Season—)
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah (Haha, what the f—? Haha, what the f—?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh (We working, you’re watching)
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A’s on, huh
I’m gon’ maintain it, I can’t make no friends, none, huh
I’m Usain runnin’, way I chase the bag down
Shit, I’m flyin’ towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh (Holiday Season, ayy)
Fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, ’cause I feel like something wrong but don’t know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin’, but we both know what’s best
Boy, you need to make somethin’ happen, the paper ain’t makin’ itself
I got some bad ass habits, but I’m gettin’ fat ass checks, huh
“ian, you’re cashin’ out,” bitch, we done established that
No, we is not friends at all, soon as I get to that bag, I’m out, huh
Who was you laughin’ at? Huh, and who is it laughin’ now?
Huh, how can I go back to that? Fuck it, I’m movin’ past it all
Uh, I ain’t drivin’ your average car, buddy, this is an Aston Martin
Damn, I’on feel like I’m askin’ much, baby, I need you to hear me, uh
Finna chase this bag so hard, might fuck around, pull my hammy
I’m finna hold my head up high, but how long can I manage?
Uh, and I’ma keep prayin’ to God ’cause I got nothin’ else
Uh, I’m hopin’ you stayin’ the night ’cause we got somethin’ special
Bentley Bentayga with the Forgi-A’s on, huh
I’m gon’ maintain it, I can’t make no friends, none, huh
I’m Usain runnin’, way I chase the bag down
Shit, I’m flyin’ towards the paper like my life depend on it, huh
Fa-fast cars, lunatics, JanSport to Louis V
Fast money, stupid shit, the devil tryna get through to me, huh
Scary, ’cause I feel like something wrong but don’t know who to tell, huh
Yesterday, I swear we had it goin’, but we both know what’s best