(Intro)
Let's go, huh!
We don't swerve it out on this one
You know what I'm saying?
Swag it out on this b**h!
You pull that big state house
Hope out, Rolex
Eat, motherf**er, Chilean seaba** on them n***as!
We are talking bout al those n***as, you know what I'm saying?
We’re the problem, home boy!
Uh, yeah!
(Verse)
The paper gave Oprah, phantom of the operas
Currency face green, her white face c**a
Kitchen with an apron, chicken noodle sopa
Pyton lock Jake the Snake big Cobra
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Been out!dog bell to win out!
I do it for the homies in the hood, I can't get out!
Life without parole, mother f**ers don't get out
Rick Flair to cope until the baking soda spill out!
Ain’t whack, it’s Desert Eagle blew your whole whip out
Million dollar chef, million skinny hoes, big out
Got a black hoodie on, with a white mask on
Mike Jackson with the glove on, gleam!
I beat the case with the gloves I live
I make that Maywether money again, we're kings
We just Louis through the summer, Gucci through the winter
When you rubber bend the money, it's gonna make you a believer
When spend the root of evil evil, it's gonna make all of us sinners
Ace of spades, have a mobster dinner!
Pearl powder with the fish scale, make me a winner!
Entertain the Colosseum like that spartan k**er
I'm the reason why the strippers carry purse umbrellas
22s for the keys, caught that Birdman special
Hundred grands on the wrists I wear
Fifty grands gonna piss my ear
Ball hard with the chains I wear, yeah!
(Chorus)
It's a mobster dinner
Break bread with a boss
I'm feeling like a winner
Probably cause I never lost!
And if I'm sitting next to you,
You know what I'mma do!
Have my cake and beat it smooth
You know I have a PhD in fast money, right?
So you thought they just call me Pusha for nothing, yeah!
(Verse)
Del Frisco's, four days straight
Dinner for two, easily a thousand dollar date
Wilhelmina model no feeling in the face
Hermes leather goods, wrap twice around the waist
Double Dutch the wrist, invisibly wet, invisibly set
80 thousand dollars on the myth
That's Rolex posing under fist
I bow flex 36 ounces on a brick
My n***as trick!
Dollars like Dave Blaine and Chris Ange
The condos full of rottweilers on piscane
They roam freely around dope money and well trained
This smells a mixture of baking soda and piss stains!
Yeah! Too vivid n***a, admit it n***a!
What other way is the real? Hustlers gonna feel it, n***a!
Got no respect for you Jack boys, I k** it, n***a
It's four-five, it's about as long as a midget n***a!
(Chorus)
It's a mobster dinner
Break bread with a boss
I'm feeling like a winner
Probably cause I never lost!
And if I'm sitting next to you,
You know what I'mma do!
Have my cake and beat it smooth