Ratchet In My Benz

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign] She got his name tatted on her She texting me like babe come over I lied and said that I was out of town I’m with my other bitch right now If the head right, Dolla there every night Smoking, no seatbelt, pistol, run red lights Then I pull up on your bitch Like get up in my whip [Hook] I just want to take you for a ride, and we going Ride around the corner Ain’t nobody looking I’m 'ma just pull it out You’ll know what to do Meet me in my backseat, yeah And we’ll get ratchet in my Benz Yeah, yeah And we gonna get ratchet in my Benz Yeah, whoa It feel like Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah Well, well, well They’re like Ooh-ooh-ooh yeah Well, well, well [Verse 2: Juicy J] Pimp shit nigga, that’s all I know You can take my word for it, or ask your ho Backseat chilling, smoking that sticky Your girlfriend put on a magic show She do it with no hands, that’s the way I like Got cough syrup all in my Sprite I ain’t trying to find me no wife But if she suck me right, she can stay all night Top notch bitch getting money, don’t play A ho gon’ be a ho nigga, ain’t shit change Let your bitch chill with a stunna for a day Got your bitch feeling like a runaway slave Shows up when she seen the Benz Told her hop in, and bring some friends Got Bombay, got peach Ciroc For the ratchet bitches, got Seagram’s gin Smoked out, smoked out, all day and night Nigga so high, feel like I got wings Always ball out like the championship Tell them bad bitches, come join my team Groupie bitches on a bunch of drugs Turnt up in a limousine I tell them come over Yeah bend it over It’s time for me to get in between [Hook]