French Toast

Bonjour
 Ayo, you don't even speak English, I can tell that you mean it
 (That you mean it, that you mean it, that you mean it)
 You can put your legs up, you can choke me while I eat it
 (While I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it, while I eat it)
 Hold hands by the Louvre, Eiffel Tower in the evening
 (In the evening, in the evening, in the evening, in the evening)
 We can laugh over french toast, but y'all don't call it french toast
 (French toast, french toast, french toast, toast)
 Don't worry 'bout me, bitch, I been dope
 (I been dope, I been dope, I been dope, dope)
 You see the roses in my intro
 (In my intro, in my intro, in my intro, my intro, my intro)
 Big V on you, that's for Valentino
 (That's for Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino, Valentino)
 Cocaine Spider, see it's cappuccino (skrrt)
 (Cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino, cappuccino)
 Heard you just killed 'em at the Raf show
 (At the Raf show, at the Raf show, at the Raf show, Raf show, Raf show)
 Used to sell crack out the backdoor
 (Out the backdoor, backdoor)
 But now I'm out here in Paris, crushin' on you (crushin' on you)
 Bitch, I'm out here in Paris
 Just crushin' on you (crushin' on you)
 Bitch, I'm out here in Paris
 Just crushin' on you (crushin' on you)
 Bitch, I'm out here in Paris
 Just crushin' on you (too sweet, crushin' on you)
 Bitch (Folarin, yo, okay)
 I'm sendin' shots, motherfucker, drink up
 Your bar's tender like umbrella in cup
 Niggas never confront me, but on the humble, I can never hit ya'
 'Cause you a broad, you just domestic as fuck, what's up? Yeah
 Nobody'll miss you, what's up with the bitter? Yeah (brr)
 I'm never gon' switch up, they all Eric Bischoff, yeah (Grr)
 My team special like we eleven, let's kick this shit off
 I'm Steve Tasker in Buffalo, runnin', I'ma get you
 I'm in Paris, ooh, yeah, I'm in Paris, yeah
 You never been before, boo, don't embarrass yourself
 I'm in love with my queens, I make her sing with your bitch
 My chain look like it's Rue de Paris, I swear it get lit
 I deserve all this money, I deserve every bitch
 And we both pray for Paris, but mine ain't Paris kicks
 Mine work for Rihanna, mine fancy as shit
 Mine workin' for Virgil like Dibiase but flipped
 How this happen to rap? Tap dancin' ain't with my legs
 I'm out in France with Gunn, the fragrance est brick
 I spray guns that blam, my raygun from damn
 My SBs is old, your SBs is trash
 And my Visa old, but my wings is fresh
 Brought out Machine and Butcher, boy, we gon' kneed the bread
 All my queens are gold, all my freaks still bad
 Somehow I leave 'em open, like a screen from Shaq (and now I'm out here)
 In Paris, crushin' on you (crushin' on you)
 Bitch, I'm out here in Paris (boom, boom, boom, ba-boom)
 Just crushin' on you (Brr, crushin' on you)
 Bitch, I'm out here in Paris (ayy, yeah)
 Just crushin' on you (crushin' on you)
 Bitch, I'm out here in Paris
 Just crushin' on you
 Bitch (crushin' on you)
 You, you
 Ooh, I got a crush on you
 Crushin' on you (crushin' on you, crushin' on you)
 You, uh, ooh
 Uh, look at what you do
 Got me crushin' you
 You, ooh, I got a crush on you (you)
 Alright, I'll admit, I'll admit
 I'm no singer
 But what I am is a showstopper
 The headliner
 The main event, the icon
 Flygod