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Yo, are y'all with the Lunch Crew Company
Yeah, huh
I forgot the donuts
I got my engineer A Redd in this bitch drinkin' alkaline water, though
Bro, come on, let's get it

Chorus
Once had a goal Put a thousand 'bows in a mobile home
Drape my bitch in Givenchy Never talk on a mobile phone
Heavy check on me right now Trap fat, Michael Corleone
I want all the cheese, I'm addicted Feta, American, provolone
Aubrey Graham with the dance moves, hotline still blingin' Groovy
Baby mama caught me cheatin' Jesus, fell in love with a seamstress Y'ello
Big drip, I need bunch of shoes, swag flu on Kleenix Woo
Alkaline over apple juice, fat nigga with a beeper

Verse 1
I'm a savage Yeah
Cheesecake, not a salad Facts
Debbie cakes in the trap cabinet
I said that one on the last one
I hit it raw, fuck the plastic Uh
I got dreams of goin' platinum Platinum
Double date with Drake and Halle, I show up with Angela Bassett Stella
I am priority, I kidnapped him 'cause he shorted me Uh-huh
Soon as I walk in, ten bitches jumpin' down my throat, sorority Yeah
I got more juice than gumbo Yeah
She said you don't like me, why we hump for Yeah
I told her baby mama out of town and my side bitch on the run, though
She a swiper She a swiper
Empanadas come from Mambos Woo
Nigga said he gon' rob me Hah
Okay, sir, I'll let my gun know Boom
Still wanna fuck a midget Uh
Let her ride me 'til she dizzy Ah
Bust a nut, then I block her
She was too short to wash the dishes Woo
Great whites in the water Hah
Lil' niggas barracudas 'Cudas
Sour cream with the woodles Woodles
Open locker with the shooters Boom
Bend it over, let me spank it Ah
Use checks for my banking
I did wanna hit, but I'm good-good
When she twerk, it start stankin' Funky

Chorus
Once had a goal Put a thousand 'bows in a mobile home
Drape my bitch in Givenchy Never talk on a mobile phone
Heavy check on me right now Trap fat, Michael Corleone
I want all the cheese, I'm addicted Feta, American, provolone
Aubrey Graham with the dance moves, hotline still blingin' Groovy
Baby mama caught me cheatin' Jesus, fell in love with a seamstress Y'ello
Big drip, I need bunch of shoes, swag flu on Kleenix Woo
Alkaline over apple juice, fat nigga with a beeper

Verse 2
I don't rap, I be preachin' Yeah
Side bitch out in Beecher Woo
Lira Galore in the store
Galeria swipin' Visas Uh
Matter fact, let me find her Swiper
Twenty racks on a Honda Swiper
She said, Nigga, where your condom Huh
It's too hot for a condom
Brother locked in the jail cell, two-hundred fifty on the scam-scam
Houston, Texas on this rap shit, but a Flintstone like I'm Bamm-Bamm Keep goin'
Nigga's name hold no weight, but a brick dealer on the 'Gram 'Gram
Hello, how your day goin' I promise this not a scam, ma'am

Chorus
Once had a goal Put a thousand 'bows in a mobile home
Drape my bitch in Givenchy Never talk on a mobile phone
Heavy check on me right now Trap fat, Michael Corleone
I want all the cheese, I'm addicted Feta, American, provolone
Aubrey Graham with the dance moves, hotline still blingin' Groovy
Baby mama caught me cheatin' Jesus, fell in love with a seamstress Y'ello
Big drip, I need bunch of shoes, swag flu on Kleenix Woo
Alkaline over apple juice, fat nigga with a beeper

Outro
Shout out to my, uh, engineer A Redd, nigga
This a motherfuckin' hit
We goin' all the way, bitch
ASCAP money