No Reservation at Torrisi

Daydreamin', just a **** out in Paris like I'm Jay-Zin'

All these bitches speakin' French and they stay schemin'

How he rakin' in this money, man, they can't believe it, ayy

Serving straight drop, uh, pull up in a tank shootin' at your tank top, uh

And we spread ops, uh,

And my dog Korean, he gon' let that K pop

When it get to spring, yeah, we bring that Maybach, uh

Pull up on you clean and you gettin' straight mopped, uh

I put blue inside my Rollie, call it Baywatch

It's just us against the world, feel like Tupacs

R.I.P. to Kobe, but I'm seein' helicops, uh

You been actin' phony, dawg, are you my friend or not?

Uh, I'ma park you ****, cause you **** talk a lot

Potato on the barrel, turn you to a tater tot, ayy

And Picasso couldn't picture this, flick the wrist

Me and Gash at the top floor sippin' Cris

Poker table with the chips, you just chippin' in

And the restaurant's five-star Michelin, ayy

You play Malcolm, you the middleman, ayy I'ma cut you out, bring the scissors in, ayy

Throw you out, trash out, in a bin

Throw the bag out, cash out, send a pin

Peter Parker, all these **** tough behind the web

If he talkin' on the sidelines, sub em in

We turn a three-star Michelin to the five-star when we in it

Yeah, sub em in

They be askin' for my pronouns, you should know I'm him

Only time around police when I perform with Sting

All these orcas in the water, I dare you to swim

My high school teacher somewhere cryin', saw me on the Forbes

Never needed Justin Bieber to bring me on tour

Made it in New York, with a plastic fork no silver spoon, you nepo babies would've

been a corpse

You lookin' like a dork in your daddy Porsche

They see the Rollie shimmer every time I twist the cork

No menus needed, bring out everything except the pork

I'm with the family at Torissi, come sit with the Lords

Yeah, I work for myself, so I guess I work for a boss

Don't you get it?

Aye, in South of France with Dolan, he just went and made a trade

If the Knicks win or lose, we still gettin' paid

Poppin' champagne, glasses always gettin' raised

For the days that my parents never got a raise

Got em a crib in Malibu with like 40 maids

Post Malone tried to blackball me, you should be ashamed

I'm speakin' to my son

I treat that boy like he Iverson

I have him on the IV in the ER, son

I gotta fly private cause I gotta bring my

I'm up before the sun for my future son

Don't you get it?

Don't you get it?

Don't you get it?

I'm a top dog, I don't get topped

Your favorite rappers out here gettin' back shots

Can't believe we seen they way before the Sasquatch

Just a bunch of motherfuckin' mascots

Don't you get it?

Don't you get it?

Don't you get it?

My management left cause I ain't do the Diddy deal

Years later callin' sayin' sorry can we chill

All that baby oil bout to have you slip and squeal

The grass was never real

Don't you get it?

Don't you get it?

Don't you get it?

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade

Took me a while cause I ain't minute made

You ain't gotta go to the barber to get this fade

Saw you at the award show and you looked away

Don't you get it?

I'm always on your mind, always on your mind