benihana

Uh, bbno$
 Literally just started this song
 Already announced it and gon' finish it
 Skrrrr
 Hey man, I'm sick as fuck
 Flexin' with your bitch on the low low (Low low)
 And she's crawlin' back like a yo-yo (Yo-yo)
 Feelin' quite fast, I don't touch coke (Touch coke)
 Bust 5, clip 5 torso (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
 Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
 Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
 Ooh, run it
 Lil' bitch, now you done it
 Flexin' on a hunnid (Thousand)
 Got that Gucci luggage (Uh)
 Just playin' bitch
 Gravy got the JanSport
 Skrtin' when I transport
 All yo' money damn short (WOAH)
 Pull up on that bitch, chutney on her lip (Ay ay)
 Yokohama bitch, Benihana shit (Ay ay)
 That's that sauce (Sauce)
 My bitch thick like Ross (Whoa)
 Baby Jesus gave me teeth just so I could floss (SKEET)
 Baby Gravy got that mofuckin' chemistry (Flexin')
 Nah, lil' bitch, I don't like your energy
 I come for yo' head like a mofuckin' Kennedy (Oops)
 That's my remedy
 That's just how it's meant to be
 Flexin' with your bitch on the low low (Low low)
 And she's crawlin' back like a yo-yo (Yo-yo)
 Feelin' quite fast, I don't touch coke (Touch coke)
 Bust 5, clip 5 torso (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
 Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
 Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
 New set, new money, new bet, huh
 New girls, I don't care, I'm a tough one (Thot)
 You weak, one try and it's job done
 More henny in my cup, I'mma let it go
 She paint me
 Yeah, she paint me
 Yeah, she paint me like Picasso
 Whoops, I'm an asshole
 Kick her from the castle
 I don't wanna hassle
 She just wanna tussle
 Do Re Mi Fa So
 Diamonds on me dazzle
 Money keep on stackin' up, I think I need a banker
 Yeah, I'm savin' all the money
 Yeah, I'm really quite the banker
 Yeah, I'm blastin' all these fools right from my path
 I'm quite a tanker
 And I'll lightly tax your ass
 And yeah, your gonna thank me later, ay
 Go glen co co, pour mo, feelin' slow mo
 I dunno, get to the front door, Jane Doe
 Huh, bands bands bands bands bands, yeah
 Huh, bands bands bands bands bands
 Flexin' with your bitch on the low low (Low low)
 And she's crawlin' back like a yo-yo (Yo-yo)
 Feelin' quite fast, I don't touch coke (Touch coke)
 Bust 5, clip 5 torso (Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
 Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
 Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, yuh
 Uh, see I'm with two things
 That's the shits and your bitch, uh
 I pull up two ways
 Real quick or real slick, ay
 We comin' at y'all with that good shit
 That good shit, baby
 Y'all ain't ready
 Baby Gravy
 That Baby Gravy