Smino - Klink lyrics

[Intro] Go to Gucci baby Lil Monte on the beat Got that on repeat [Chorus] All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink I got 5 chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink No job, big bank roll, she don't know what to think, think, think On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (on God) [Verse 1] Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank Sweetheart sit on this candy paint (uh) Dick loan yeah like Fannie Mae Flip phone, she dream of trappin' me Me and my main b**h cackling Must be off that white like Katharyn Or Suzann cruisin' in your sedan Two hoes like why you need two? Damn (why you need), I put 85 on my coupe Damn (why you need), I put Saint Laurent on my boo Ran (why you need) it up like I play for Mizzou Gotta show me somethin' b**h I came from the Lou' (yeah yeah yeah) [Pre-Chorus] I got my own Remy at home, they charge $11.50 We could get lost just like Nemo, hey little fishy fishy I'm way too drippy, drippy, kush stank, it's real armpity Don't give these n***as pity, baby you keep yo pretty [Chorus] All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink I got 5 chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink No job, big bank roll, she don't know what to think, think, think On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (on God) [Verse 2] Sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank I'm on her back like a license plate I ate spectacular rice today Back in the loft eating Pilaf Orange coupe, love how it peel off New rugs, girl take them heels off Said they Jimmy Choo (I said bless you) Now take off ya shoes (I ain't askin') Then she let me pound, hash tagged it Ring-ling on my ding-ling, magic Sing good, make the coochie do back flips Genes good, yeah she love my fabric Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God (yeah) Hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys (yeah yeah) Put a new touch on a coupe, cut the roof, I see God (yeah) Hallelujah, my crew up, hallelu', shout the guys [Pre-Chorus] She got her own Remy at home, say she ain't pay no $11.50 We should get lost just like Nemo, these n***as lookin' fishy I did it for the city, milk the game issa titty I'm fly, I'm 50 Frisbee's, I feel like Mr. Bentley [Chorus] All she wanna do is drink, drink, drink I got 5 chains on, them hoes go clink, clink, clink No job, big bank roll, she don't know what to think, think, think On God, sergeant, check my rank, rank, rank (on God) [Outro] Drink, drink drink Clink, clink, clink Think, think, think Rank, rank, rank