French Fry Dinner

Hey man, the fuck you mean you ain't heard about no fucking Lentra?

I've been makin' moves, they don't like that

Big boss money, first I spend it then I make it back

Ran to the bank, came back with a big bag

Diamonds on my necklace, shine, yeah they playing tag (Ooh)

Haters getting mad, I can tell now

I was down bad, now these bitches wanna fuck now

Call me in the morning, call me when you touch down

Now I'm in the field makin' plays, like a touchdown

Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uhh

Don't call me on my phone, if you ain't talkin' bucks

You ain't working hard, baby, that's why you stuck

Made a hundred grand, real quick, that's what's up

Never thought I would be the one, I was the quiet type

Now I'm getting neck from your hun, I'm in the limelight

I've been busy stackin' the funds and when the time's right

I'ma blow it all, just for fun

Bitch I'm workin', I stay surfin'

You can't even scratch the surface

I've been makin' guala, Fendi, Prada

You get nada, hot like sauna, ayy

Drop-droppin' the top in that Beamer

Rims lookin' clean and my teeth lookin' cleaner

Smile so bright the whole world gon' see it

I'ma make a mil', real soon, best believe it

Tic, tac, toe, smokin' three in a row

Got TikTok hoes, always bumpin' to my songs

I don't want nobody on me, unless she my girl

We be walkin' through the city like it's my world

Like, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, bitch I'm like Gucci Mane (Brr)

When I slide through with the fresh lynx furs

I don't wanna talk but y'all be flexing with your words

Step into the ring with big trip

Somebody once told me, the world was gonna roll me

But I'm rollin' up the herb, like "Fuck police"

Kobe, shootin' for three, you don't know me

Fat man, icey, drivin' a Zamboni

Any minute now, swear to God, I'm 'bout to get it now

When you come around, y'all be thinking but can't spit it out

Pull the limo 'round, hot box in the winter

I'm as cold as a now globe, shake it, make it snow, ho