Lo Mein

歌詞

Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine And I stay with the cash like a Xo chain Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah) Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane I said Rick Owen boot they be knee-high, mane Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle Man, she asked for some racks, gave her three times ten Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz And I did all of that, don't wanna see her again And honestly on to better things, that's her friend These niggas groupies, they peons, mane King of my city like Leon, mane 'Head of these niggas by eons, mane She let me touch for the freon, mane So you know that's a must like Elon, mane They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin' Man, I'm countin' up green like a pea pod, mane I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning Cartier's got diamonds all i the middle Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, mane Just know them shits, they all G.I., mane Everybody got Rollies, that's two time frames I said my side girl tryna be my main And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side I told her, "Shut up and go for a ride" (Skrrt) In this Rolls-Royce truck Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah) You can get what you want Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo) Rickity-racks that's all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks) I'm turnt to the max, these lil' itty-bitty niggas know it's up Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine And I stay with the cash like a XO chain Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane I said it's up, up, up, uppity (Yeah) Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah) When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties When it come to the drip, not in front of me (Woah) Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah, I'm too litty Yeah, bitch look like Chinese Kitty (Yeah) 1942 in my section, no Remy (Let's go) Took JT, out the city (Yeah) I can make a ho get way too sticky Yeah, way, way, way too sticky (Woah) Hold up, don't you got a whole situation? (Damn) Livin' my life, too risky (Yeah, yeah, yeah) How you doin', Uzi? I'm doin' great I pulled up in the foreign, let's race (Skrrt) Yes, I stay with some money on me (Money) Only thing in my pocket, big face (What?) It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist It's amazing to me how I spend all this money and I ain't even go in my safe (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's amazing to me how these niggas don't know me but still find a way just to hate (Yeah, yeah) It's amazing to me how back then she didn't want me but now she wanna go on a date (Yeah) It's amazing to me how she ask for them racks, told that girl get the fuck out my face (Ha) It's amazing to me how I'm eatin' so much and I still didn't gain no weight (Woah) Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain't got no aim Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine And I stay with the cash like a Xo chain Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that's your range When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah) Nigga pull up, think he G.I. Joe Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane I said it's up, up, up, uppity (Yeah) Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah) When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When I moonwalk, I don't need no twenties When it come to the drip, not in front of me Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah) What the f... That shit smoking, what the...