Food & Wine

I'm just runnin' through, clear the way, I'm comin' through

I turn a one to two, I know exactly what to do

I got so much money in my pocket, it's uncomfortable

Two hundred fifty for my dinner, but I still eat Lunchables

I'm on the freeway in a PJ, up and down the 101

Bustin' a play, I'm finna run around the mall soon as I'm done

I just made yo' weekly pay today, and shit, it's only one

Should I have Hutch's do the chain or should I go to Golden Sun?

They love me at my branch 'cause I always make deposits

The prices goin' up and down, it's on hydraulics

I don't never show my hand, boy, I make every move in silence

I bring the paper home and add it up like it's a school assignment

Push a button in that bitch, the roof recline

Auntie got a script like she reciting movie lines

It's only one of me, but I got more than you combined

All I gotta do is push the gas and I'll leave you behind

My old bitches want me back, they see I'm doin' fine

If I gave them hoes a second, I'd be losing time

I drop a four of Tech, it's turning red as Louboutins

I blew five hunnid fifty on some fuckin' food and wine

I be chasin' pape', even the bitches I know with it

I just bust a play with bro for ten and then we split it

When I make a goal I'm on that bitch until it's finished

Before I hit the road, she finna blow this dick and give it kisses

My OG's would disapprove if I wasn't rapping what I'm livin'

I'm not freestyling, but I'm wrapping in the kitchen

All I know is grind, I'm tryna stack up to a ticket

Boy, get some money and stop actin' like the bitches

I be talkin' shit and pourin' up

Like I'm in a rocket ship, I'm goin' up

Driving the shuttle with my knee, I'm rollin' up

I ain't got no room up in my pocket, boy, these bitches loaded up

I'm on the freeway in a sport

I only like the whips that got the highest torque

I brung a bottle, tell the waiter, "Pop the cork"

Miyazaki A5, boy, I could cut it with a fork

Four hunnid fifty for a candle set

When yo' bitch think of me, I bet her panties wet

Make the pop darken like it's in a tanning bed

We got choppas in rotation like a landing pad

I don't never hit the brakes

I got frequent flyer miles off of switchin' states

I might take a trip to Paris for a steak

I spend two thousand on a fit just to wear it for a date