Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Benz Boys (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) Lyr

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y – Benz Boys (feat. Ty Dolla $ign) Lyrics

Benz Boys

Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

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"Benz Boys." - Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 07:10 pm

Album: 2009

Track No: 03

Stay papered up, whoa
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, whoa
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Heavy ass Mercedes Benz on top rims
Big chain, pink diamonds, candy ring
Couple million dollars off my own strain
Your life like a video game, Gran Turismo
I'm in a GT-R 'cause I parked the six four
I had the match for the cash
Underground garage where I stash
These **** still in competition when I pass, move
2009 on time whenever we come through
Avoidin' the traps, these cappin' ass bitches
Livin' life behind Snapchat filters
Fuck them, this is us
Still G'd up and way more papered up
Stay papered up, whoa
Stay papered up, On gang (Okay)
I only care 'bout the money
Can't no one tale it from me
And I'm smilin' all the time, but **** ain't shit funny
Leavin' out the Gucci store, ****, ain't shit bummy
On the paper chase on your ring, the shit runnin'
Took four years off and the checks kept comin'
All the girls wanna treat me like I'm special or somethin'
We at number one, mean we standin' next to nothin'
And the shit you rock is fake but that's another discussion
I see a lot of dudes hate and the shit is disgusting
And I travel all the time, always gettin' through customs
And my livin' room new, everything in there custom
And the gang with me, everything I got is because 'em
Fools need better luck, they be wishin' it was them
Go on tour when I want, 50k for the clubbin'
We a bunch of rich **** and our kids will be cousins
And don't gotta open doors, we just pushin' a button
That's on gang, life (Motherfucker)
Stay papered up, whoa
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, whoa
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Three hundred thousand on your block
Stars in the hardtop
Come through it don't stop
Unless it's bitches out
Money is all I'm 'bout
Don't know how much I got
'Cause it's never enough, fill another safe up
They only play tough
They really cream puff
I roll another one
Forever highed up
Off white kicks
Tryna find a billion dollars
'Fore I find a white bitch
Side kick, roll the weed up
Catch a vibe with a real ****
That'll check his bags private
Come learn how I live
Me and spitta 'bout to buy an island
Stay papered up, whoa
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)
Stay papered up, whoa
Stay papered up, on gang (Oh)

Writer(s): Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Damon Blackman, Shante Franklin & Tyrone Griffin Jr.

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