French Fry Dinner

(albüm: Mainstream Meme - 2020)

[Intro:]
Hey man, the fuck you mean you ain't heard

[Billy Marchiafava:]
I've been making 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 making plays, like a touchdown
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uhh
Don't call me on my phone, if you ain't talking 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 stacking the funds and when the time's right
I'ma blow it all, just for fun
Bitch I'm working, I stay surfing
You can't even scratch the surface
I've been making guala, Fendi, Prada
You get nada, hot like sauna, ayy
Drop-dropping the top in that Beamer
Rims looking clean and my teeth looking cleaner
Smile so bright the whole world gon' see it
I'ma make a mil', real soon, best believe it

[TrippythaKid:]
Tic, tac, toe, smoking three in a row
Got TikTok hoes, always bumping to my songs
I don't want nobody on me, unless she my girl
We be walking thru the city like it's my world
Like, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, bitch I'm like Gucci Mane (Brr)
When I slide thru 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 rolling up the herb, like "Fuck police"
Kobe, shooting for three, you don't know me
Fat man, icey, driving 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