Waffle House

Keep all of that, except for what I said on the verse
Give me the loot
Everything I touch turn to fuckin' gold
Mansa musa
Euhhhhh
Huh huh
Street jumpin, block jumpin, all night, the door swangin

Glock's out, the thots out, the cops out, we gang bangin
I'm rich, bitch, I'm lit, fuck you mean, you maintainin
I smack, then he smack, then he smack, these hoes trainin
Nigga, all these hoes goin, nigga, all these hoes hoein
And they all pop titty, all these hoes showin
Why y'all got sick glizzy, all these hoes blowin
Fat ass, big titties, all of them do porn
Nigga, I like trickin, this is my new form
You like this shit, I'm whippin, this is my new foreign
Bitch, I been on this mission since I was born
Hope youon think I'm slippin, nigga, I ain't goin, I ain't goin

Uh-uh, I ain't goin' like no entry
GMQ, most turnt of the century
Gettin' money that shit in me
The lowest ticket, get in with me
Got four for 4s, just like Wendy's
We can go Bowl for bowl, I got plenty
Li Bro hit at yo nose with no semi (hahaha)
My trap don't close, just like Waffle House
I'm in the kitchen with them turkey bags
I already put too many in the couch (damn)
Uhh, Heard he havin' motion
Niggas know it's word of mouth (damn)
Uhh, Ten years straight, my trap ain't seen a drought
BBL, skinny waist, huh that's how I spot her (yeaa)
We can take a shopping spree
Gucci or Prada
In them clothes you bad as hell
But when you naked, you look hotter
I like that she don't need a nigga
Pretty with her own dollar
After hours, shakin' ass
Know that money on the floor
I Grab my ones, I skip the line
I seen her soon as I hit the door
I was throwin' money underhand
You would think my fuckin' arm broke
I take a second and hit my blunt right back to it
I'm throwin' more
GMQ
Da only bank you know walkin
Keep shakin' that ass
Fuck it, don't even stop
Keep shakin' that ass



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Writer(s): Marquis Beasley
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