Half on the Food

Coach me, Joey yeah My nigga Lee, I think we got another one (I do this I do this shit for fun by the way) I can see this shit clear now (The one by the way) 2020 vision yeah (Yeah) Joey Yeah, they tryna get me (Why?) Ace of Spade, me and Tay went from fifty I'ma buy the whole flo' Try to fill it up with bitches (Yeah) First round I want a tray, give me her I wanna hit her Got a text last night, "I'm proud of you" This Prada denim (Bitch) Got it on me and it's in me Money on me and it's in me (And it's) I wanna f*ck her, so I put the bitch in Fendi (Yeah) nigga say he want a Hе can meet me right by Denny (Right therе) That's for baking soda Snoop White bag inside the coupe (Bitch) I need a truck for the kitties I've been thinking Rover too Niggas say a lot of But we really know the truth (Really know the truth) I ain't worried 'bout shit 'cause I really know the truth (Yeah, I really know the truth) Ayy, dawg shit records, iced up records Twenty on my neck, thirty on my left Thank you for the blessings (Look, look, look, look) codeine crazy F*ck around and missed breakfast Hundred in the 'Rari, f*ck around And missed the exit, Nigga (Woo, woo) Youngin and reckless Thirty on the Presi, thirty on the necklace Young nigga stressin' Add some more pressure We sell it straight, y'all recompress it They just hit the D Cash straight from Texas, Plug just blessing (Yeah) lil' niggas need to stop it You got lil' pockets I got Louis V bags 'cause it Can't fit in the pocket Got my Louis V kicks Cost me twelve hundred a pop And I got blue hundreds on me Cup purple like Crocker Nigga the whole crew on You just countin' Ray pockets (Nice) Before I wrote a song I learned how to straight drop it (Skrrt, skrrt) ninety days in the spot I know how to make profit (For real) Bro don't call a nigga phone Nigga if you ain't coppin' Ayy, put a red dot on his nose Is what I do to clowns too much dawg shit So now I watch how I move around Fucked every bad bitch in the city I f*ck hoochies now two years from now They gon' be doing the shit I'm doing now I got the trap looking like Tha Carter Call me Lucci now Your Birdman, that's my, call me Tunechi now My bitch don't rap, but she bussdown Called her Cuban Doll I got the head, bitch, bye, call her Uber now I got white, I got orange I got blue and brown Put a nigga on Fox like he Cleveland Brown They ain't wanna see me up They wanna see me down i'm rich forever They dick suckin' when they see me now And nigga where was you When I ain't have shit to lose? When I ain't have that much to wear When I ain't have that many shoes Don't give a f*ck what niggas think 'cause I don't have shit to prove Me and Face ain't fucked up, but We go half on the food, Nigga Yeah, me and Face ain't fucked up but We go half on the food, Nigga Huh, yeah, me and G ain't fucked up But we go half on the food, Yeah