P.F. Chang's

What more can I say
Takes a little while
Something I said
We just wanna mob
Operate
See if phone blocked
Start from there (dey ain't bloody, no lock)

Pf the Chang's
Re up the flame
We entertain Koreans
Pro the pain
We don't complain
We had to stain for this
We up for this
We not playing
That makes two days for me
Zip locked in
Seat up sedan
Stick up occasionally

Hopping out Mclaren
Call up the fam
Talking all fancy properly (we gon' move)
Still pop a teen
Keep it off the cam
Try to not get too comfy
She want the band
We up demand
She like Japan (flew up)
Too G'd up to dance
Treat up the band
We from the slums (screwed up)
Probably grew up too young

What more can I say
Takes a little while
Something I said
We just wanna mob
Operate
See if phone blocked
Start from there

Fee
Crumb to brick, brick
Coupe on the six
Quote on the zip
Foot off the gas for a day, ay
Stain for the lick
Send a couple killers in a rental
Masquerade
Where yo connect
We dont cut ties with amigo
Hands free (screwed up)
Titos and cran, she want cocaine

Chop off the benz
We ain't playing
Tell me yo fantasy (sing)
She on finesse
We known for that
That's how we went rags to rich (rich)
Link up and slash
We go from there
Always so passionate, bro
Still on shenanigans
Beam up the gas
We want the balconies

Look up
You see it?
You see it?
You see it?
We up here



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Jason Robinson
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