Scram Jones - Filet Mignon lyrics

[Intro] Scram Jones [Chorus: Eric Bellinger, Eric Bellinger & Jim Jones] Filet mignon since we been on Private flights, I'm never wrong I wrote this song, now b*tch, I'm on Filet mignon, filet mignon Took off her thong, I grabbed her pon' Then moved along, filet mignon I wrote this song, I'm never wrong Filet mignon, filet mignon [Verse 1: Jim Jones] She said she feelin' like a Ruth Chris night (Oh yeah?) Had one better, Ruth Chris on a flight (Nice) Share one charter, two trips for the night (Facts) I'm a stand up ni**a, but my coupe sittin' right (Right), uh Told her bu*terfly my filet mignon (Mignon) She said she had that WAP like it's Evian (Nasty) You know I ate the box until my plate was gone Hoppin' out the drop, all my plates was gone (Skrrt) sh*t, I'm drivin' 'round with them paper joints (Joints) I used to sell that wet just to make a point (You see that?) I'm still gettin' illy with that cash spread The sh*t I'm tryna read, double-Cs is what her bag said (Oh, you bad, ain't you?) She be on Bal Harbour when she at the Regis (Ooh) I be on the jet tryna speak to Jesus (Come pray for me) I dropped fifty down in Mazza for a piece, on Jesus I make a baby with that coke like it's in the fetus [Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Fabolous] Filet mignon since we been on Private flights, I'm never wrong I wrote this song, now b*tch, I'm on Filet mignon, filet mignon (Capo, what we doin'?) Took off her thong, I grabbed her pon' (It's no more beef, 2021) Then moved along, filet mignon (I mean, it's less beef, more broccoli) I wrote this song, I'm never wrong Filet mignon, filet mignon (Ha, what beef?) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Like, for real, what's beef? (Huh?) Filet mignon (Uh-huh) I surf my turf (Yeah) filleting prawns (Ooh) The wave been strong (Look), my eighths King Kong (Look) Your cards was dealt, you played them wrong (ni**a) Now when I pulled up, valet them jawns Them Rolls-Royce coupes (Royce coupes), the Wraiths and Dawns (Uh-huh) The wait's been long (Uh-huh), the play's been drawn (Woo) I'm back to tear the streets up 'til the pavement's gone, look The ones with cash flow go to Mastro's Recession-proof b*tches hit the Ruth Chris' My rich hoes up in Del Frisco's And if I meet a cougar, we do Peter Luger Yeah, I got the most at stake These salt baes throwin' salt, but it's 'posed to shake Shorty never read the comments 'cause it's mostly hate That's why she'll post her plate but never post her date [Chorus: Eric Bellinger] Filet mignon since we been on Private flights, I'm never wrong I wrote this song, now b*tch, I'm on Filet mignon, filet mignon Took off her thong, I grabbed her pon' Then moved along, filet mignon I wrote this song, I'm never wrong Filet mignon, filet mignon