Brooklyn Chop House

Yeah

Time to show 'em proof

Get money, yeah

Get money, yeah

Get money, uh

Get money, get money, yeah

Cocaine and assault rifles

My progress can't be stifled

Fuck-boy, I never liked you (I don't fuck wit' you ****)

Fuck around and make us green-light you

I just want the bag

It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had

I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all)

Cocaine and assault rifles, yeah

We pull up in that Rolls Royce motorcade

We shittin' all summer, in the winter, put the toys away

Machine was in the studio, recordin' like four a day

Tourin' the private jet, goin' to the ranch to record with Ye

I know them **** with switches, I know them young boys with K's

****, we stood in the kitchens, lockin' them oils, wait

It's gettin' spookier and I ain't show off, I coined the phrase

But ever since I said it, you just look how much noise it made

The table full of tiger prawns and raw oyster trays

Goose gettin' in position, I wanna see my boy get paid

The MVP and championship trophy, we gon' hoist the way

They shot at me and missed, somebody dyin' for that choice they made

Summertime, New York City, I brought the drop out

Back table lobster sate's at Brooklyn chop house

Park it anywhere, fuck a ticket, we knock a cop out

Park it anywhere, fuck a ticket, ayo (Talk to 'em)

Look, I'm on a streak, like my **** Diggs on a hot route

Used to be at the table, baggin' up The College Dropout

My **** ain't take his case to trial, he took the cop out

These **** movin' they release date back when I pop out

Damn, what is you sayin'? I was outside, hustlin' grams

I looked my man right in his eyes and I said, "Bro, what is your plan?"

Run up your bands, this where I stand, I bought some diamonds for both of my hands

If I'm in a jam, I'm uppin' the can', you try to run down, won't let you advance

****, we got

Cocaine and assault rifles

My progress can't be stifled

Fuck-boy, I never liked you (I don't fuck wit' you ****)

Fuck around and make us green-light you

I just want the bag

It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had

I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all)

Cocaine and assault rifles, yeah

We in a game full of ugly truths of pretty phonies

And all we want is the money, like pretty Tony

I'm way too fly to be ridin' through my city lonely

These young Miami chicks been treatin' me like Diddy, homie

Yeah (It's love), and they just want to party, party

And I just want to pipe her, like Rowdy Roddy

Big stepper, these Rick's slicker than La Di Da Di

Lil Uzi my shorty, he got that body-ody

Body out of here, experience feelin' out of body

I be mobbin', my lawyer beat up the Gotti bodies

Fuzzy sweater, I got 'em callin' me Armani Johnny

Big on head, got light-skin tryna come mardi mard me

And grab my ears, then I dip, grab my ears, all I do

Grab my bag, grab some food, grab my ears

Yeah, they dad is a king, made my kids, Fabolous heirs

They was made from this cloth

You know that fabric rare, ****

She gotta see me in that kitchen before she get to know me better

I'm judgin' our relationship off how many bricks we sold together

I judge the friendship off how many opps we had to whack

They was slidin', we was too, so I couldn't concentrate on rap

This the kid who ran it up unexpectedly (Hmm), I guess

Who the fuck am I to argue with destiny? Here's the catch

These **** never seen thirty blocks or even squeezed a TEC

So when you hear 'em rap about it on records, that shit a stretch

I'm in the movies now, two-hundred K for me to direct

Corporate hustlin', jumped in the rap game and repeated the steps

Life's a bitch, I had to walk down the block with her holdin' hands

I'm from the Eastside, where even Grandma's got an OnlyFans

I couldn't wait to get on in hood spots with my kid on

Still go to king city for duchess with all this shit on

**** see me in person and know they can't afford these jewels

I'm tryna buy a rap bitch a new truck, like I'm Jordan Poole

Where she at?

Cocaine and assault rifles

My progress can't be stifled

Fuck-boy, I never liked you (I don't fuck wit' you ****)

Fuck around and make us green-light you

I just want the bag

It ain't about no bag, no conversations can't be had

I never liked you (I don't fuck with y'all)

Cocaine and assault rifles