Gucci Mane – Ben Franklin lyrics

Album: 1017 Mafia: Incarcerated

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
[?] designer, nigga breaking the code
He used to be high, but he done went ice cold
Gotta break my car down when I get on the road
If you going to a show, then why you riding with [?]?
Cause I juug in every stait, I got cakes to bake
Bad bitches to fuck, I got money to make
Ain't no limit on my hustle, it's a paper chase
[?], then went back to the stage
I'm the man in the streets, I'm the president
Fuck food stamps, I'm giving out quarter bricks
Get every gutter bitch [?]
Me and FEiN feending for them Ben Frranklins

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin
Me and FEiN feending for them Ben Franklins
Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin
Ben Franklin, Ben Frankklin
Me and FEiN feending for them Ben Franklins

[Verse 2: FEiN]
Was all in my room, [?]
Diamonds black like [?]
[?]
[?] whiter than Marshall
Saran rap [?] Imma tax ya
This Kush and this [?], forgive us, we bout to [?]
Panaramma get a pussy wet
This lifestyle, you know she took a jet
[?] took it back
[?] best head ever
Plus our spot, you can cook it [?]
My book and my street smarts [?]
[?] sell pussy, sell dope
[?] got the yacht, not no motherfuckin boat
[?] in bandanas
1017 and FEiN, [?]

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin
Me and FEiN feending for them Ben Franklins
Ben Franklin, Ben Franklin
Ben Franklin, Ben Frankklin
Me and FEiN feending for them Ben Franklins

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