Ro Ransom – Friends With Benefits lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, mm, ay

[Verse 1]
Cartier necklace on me, you never checked up on me (you never checked up on me)
Bitch niggas referencing me, they not that special to me (they not that special)
Traitors are messaging me, they just want leverage on me (they just want leverage)
I might just off you now (I might just)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (I might just)
I might just, I might just
DM Zendaya, candy-coated Benz driver
Thin patience, big rims, thin tyres (woo)
New paper, I'd explain but gotta wait 'til the ink dryer (skrt)
D'you know they payin' her like Stoudemire

[Chorus 1]
Drunk text Laya, that's a vibe (boop, boop, boop, boop)
Only player at me in the right (in my)
New swag make me feel alive
Scared to fail, niggas freeze up and never try

[Verse 2]
Girls only say them into me to see what they'll get outta me
Went on tour with a superstar, none of them said they proud of me
This dark cloud follow me, now that I got all this clout on me
I gotta tells these hoes to move around from me
(Fuchsia two-seater)
Swag on Dua Lipa, fuck y'all
No interviews, I ain't doing features
Old friends don't know me and never knew me either
And now we crucify Judas until ya
Yeah, new crib got me geechy
Diamonds doin' the meechy
(Got a "Jones" for Quincy daughter, don't stop, get awfully freaky)
I have to lie and tell her jokes and all when she meet me
But I tell ya I'm the greatest, you really ought to believe me (what?)
I get the top wrecked, this my humble karma proceed me
Question, freezer or Pegasus for my necklace? (bling)
My amnesia is bad, I forget all my exes
But my recollection could confirm there ain't no racist in Alexis Texas

[Chorus 2]
Cash house in 409
Same girls tryna blow my high (boop, boop, boop, boop)
I don't give a fuck about your guy
This my world, yeah, your rules do not apply

[Interlude]
Man, I don't know if y'all ever, uh... tried to co-ordinate phone sex with somebody that lives in Australia but it's really difficult... with the time-zones and everything, you know

[Verse 3]
Ay
Eyeliner impossibly perfect
Still bodying verses
Why these niggas never do the sleep talking in person
You way more popping playa so why you making comments
You make me vomit, I'ma shit on all of y'all I promise
Snake skin with the leather, my pants are hybrid texture
Crazy how niggas be gassed but I still grade you a E
For all you guys' effort
These boys are bunch of Simon Says-ers who's only difference is that some of 'em disguise it better
I see 'em charting high on Billboard
Round town now I see 'em on Billboards
Everybody favorite album dawg I'm still bored
I leave models on read you would kill for
Made her say, "Whoa, Black Rob"
Any A&R who slept gon' lose they job
Fuck it, I can throw myself the lob
How it feel to know you didn't drop Lebron
New Timbs, chewing gum sole
I'm with that extra shit
Fuck you for life with the ribbon tied to the sentiment
I really noticed it's the stronger my Momentum gets that lately friends are only friends when it benefits