Z Money - Bon Appétit lyrics

[Chorus: Key Glock] Young n***a eatin', uh, bon appetit, uh Messed up Halloween, what, pull up, trick or treat, yuh n***a, ain't sh** sweet, uh, f** 'round and get sweeped, yuh I don't play with freaks, uh, b**h, I play for keeps, duh Real dope dealer, uh, foreign car drifter, yeah Real go getter, uh, and a cop k**er, yeah Posted like a center, uh, Lord knows I'm a sinner, yeah Benjamins for dinner, yuh, money hungry n***a, yeah [Verse 1: Z Money] A money hungry n***a, Benjamins for dinner Got money on my mental, when you cook it, cook it gentle No, this is not no rental, Mercedes, the car got sensors Your b**h say that she missin', just stuck my dick in her dental Re-rockin' fundamental, it's simple, just stay consistent I was born a hitter, whippin' got my arm [?] f**in' foreign b**hes and it's got some diamonds in it Finest of the blickys, got a whole 50 in it Hit me, trap house spendin', got a whole semi in it Droppin' off the bales and pickin' up, got money in it Flashy with my pendant like a chandelier in mansion Come get your one shot, tryna shake your hand 'cause I'm not friendly [Chorus: Key Glock] Young n***a eatin', uh, bon appetit, uh Messed up Halloween, what, pull up, trick or treat, yuh n***a, ain't sh** sweet, uh, f** 'round and get sweeped, yuh I don't play with freaks, uh, b**h, I play for keeps, duh Real dope dealer, uh, foreign car drifter, yeah Real go getter, uh, and a cop k**er, yeah Posted like a center, uh, Lord knows I'm a sinner, yeah Benjamins for dinner, yuh, money hungry n***a, yeah [Verse 2: G Herbo] Too rich, a young n***a, this 1920, they tryna lynch me Who the f** he think he is? Take a brand new Rollie, put diamonds in it I make that much in 10 years, you spent that on Balenciaga denim Brand new Bentaygas in 'em, 10k with my jogger in 'em I made 10k in my joggers, closet hid a whole bunch of Robbins in 'em And we ain't with none of that flodgin', flex 'round here, we robbin' in 'em My brother pop out late night like Batman, used to be Robin with him Still got the Skydweller, .40 Glock in my left hand, brain cuckoo, need a CAT Scan 24 in the clip, me and Lil Ku in the brand new coupe with the SN And spent the coupe on a brand new crib, went to sleep, bought that b**h a [?] Yeah, you blue 'cause your b**h took a picture here, so for sure she was showin' up pressin' Best invest in a vest on them b**hes, fly around his chest them, I just move 'em, finesse with [Chorus: Key Glock] Young n***a eatin', uh, bon appetit, uh Messed up Halloween, what, pull up, trick or treat, yuh n***a, ain't sh** sweet, uh, f** 'round and get sweeped, yuh I don't play with freaks, uh, b**h, I play for keeps, duh Real dope dealer, uh, foreign car drifter, yeah Real go getter, uh, and a cop k**er, yeah Posted like a center, uh, Lord knows I'm a sinner, yeah Benjamins for dinner, yuh, money hungry n***a, yeah