Driver's Seat

[Intro: 38 Spesh]

Uh, let's go

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher & 38 Spesh]

Uh, everything I own came out the kitchen

I was 'bout my business, since 2000, had trap houses hittin' (Aight)

I'm down to get it, we was kids playin' and found syringes (Let's go)

I lived it, that's why the shit I'm sayin' sound specific

Bullshit walk a mile a minute, nigga, money talk (Money talk)

And for that money, turn your buddy to a bloody corpse (Brrr)

We get crafty when that money short (Let's go)

I get a spot outta town then run around like I'm from these parts (Let's go)

With bricks in a Mitsubishi panel

The hustler instincts that I really channel

Brought me home like Mickey Mantle

Enough cake to blow out fifty candles (Uh-huh)

I get bricks from a kid named Fernando that wear Dickies and flannels (Okay)

Talkin' numbers, speakin' Espanol (Huh)

State your name when we meet and watch your hands when you greet the Sopranos

I'm eatin' clams on the beach with sandals with a young Tisha Campbell

Wait, that might be a weak example

Dreams of being shackled and my time bein' ample (Uh-huh)

I caught a body last time I gave a fiend a sample

Uh, we was young hustlers, baby boy, shavin' raw

In and out of rentals, windows down with the AC on

You may be right or you may be wrong

But either way, I'm ridin' wit'chu on your beef 'til the day he gone

[Chorus: Benny The Butcher]

I made a lot of money in the driver's seat (Driver's seat)

No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy (Ain't no privacy)

Thirty round clip on the side of me (On the side of me)

And the shooter in the passenger gon' slide for me (Slide for me)

I made a lot of money in the driver's seat (Driver's seat)

No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy (Ain't no privacy)

Thirty round clip on the side of me (On the side of me)

And the shooter in the passenger gon' slide for me (Slide for me)

[Verse 2: Styles P & Jadakiss]

Made a lot of money in the driver's seat

More in the back, get you whacked for a minor fee

We was movin' China white, tryna build the dynasty

Rhinos in the .45, line 'em if he lie to me

I line 'em if he lie to you

'Cause we don't give a fuck 'bout what they tryna do

Fishbowl so they can see us clearly when we ridin' through

We just need the plug to send that motherfuckin' China through

We don't really care if it pop, we swing iron too

It's just like the jungle on the block, we got lions too

Young rich niggas gettin' guap, niggas dyin' too

Get them fuck boys out'cha circle, switch your diet too

Pressure gon' come, don't let it hurt you, you apply it too

Loud mouths are usually broke, rich niggas are quiet dudes

I used to be into sellin', now I'm in the buyin' mood

Yeah, I made a lot of money in the driver's seat

Then social media took away my privacy, what?

[Chorus: Benny The Butcher]

I made a lot of money in the driver's seat (Driver's seat)

No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy (Ain't no privacy)

Thirty round clip on the side of me (On the side of me)

And the shooter in the passenger gon' slide for me (Slide for me)

I made a lot of money in the driver's seat (Driver's seat)

No tints, fishbowl, ain't no privacy (Ain't no privacy)

Thirty round clip on the side of me (On the side of me)

And the shooter in the passenger gon' slide for me (Slide for me)