Cheese and Butter lyrics

[Intro]
Florida Boi, turn me up

[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
f*ckin' your b*tch, uh, ooh
f*ckin' your b*tch, uh, ooh
f*ckin' your b*tch (Brr)
I got her ridin' my di*k (Bah, bah)
Shootin' that chopper, might blast ya (Bah)
Smokin' that gas, I got asthma (Woo)
Choke on that di*k, call the pastor (Woo)
Yeah-ah
f*ckin' your b*tch, she say master (Ah)
Suck on that di*k a lil' faster (Yeah)
Stackin' that money, no ladder (b*tch)
Sippin' two cups of the punch (Ayy)
Shootin' that chopper, might blast ya
Smokin' that gas, I got asthma (Ayy)
Choke on that di*k, call the pastor (Slatt)
Stretchin' the money, elastic
Pop at your door like "Who has it?" (Ayy)
Pop at your door like "Who has it?" (Ayy)
Pop at your door like "Who has it?" (Bah)
My diamonds shinin', no hazard (Bah)
Spit on that di*k like you matter (Bah)
Spit on that di*k like you matter (Agh)
Baby, you f*ckin' a savage
All that cake on her back with no batter (Woo)
f*ckin' that b*tch and she tear up (Woo)
F&N give 'em a haircut (Woo)
I'm with Slimy Boo, he shoot up anyone (Brrt)
I'm with Slimy Boo, he shoot up anyone (b*tch)
I got that chopper, no ringtone
f*ckin' that b*tch with my rings on (Slatt, slatt)
I got that chopper, no ringtone, ayy
f*ckin' that b*tch with my rings on
[Bridge: A1Billionare]
f*ckin' that b*tch with my 'Preme on
f*ckin' that b*tch with my 'Preme on
f*ckin' that b*tch with my 'Preme on
f*ckin' that b*tch with no socks on (Woo)

[Verse 2: A1Billionare]
I'm on her toes like some sandals (Slime)
I think she too hot to handle (Slime)
I think she hot like a candle (Slime)
Chopper on me, get dismantled (Slatt)
I'm at your head like a man bun (Brr)
Treat your ho ass like a grandson (Brr)
f*ck on your mom, you my stepson (Brr)
I want her baby like grandma (Slatt)
Smoking OG just like grandpa (Slime)
I'm pullin' up with my crew (Slime, slime)
She wanna f*ck us in twos (Brr)
She one-on-onein' with you (Brr)
She wanna f*ck us in groups
I'm on her head like a poof (Woo)
I treat that b*tch like a swoop (Woo)
Back boy out the roof (Woo)
She catch the di*k like a alley-oop (Slime)
I shoot a n*gga like Ali though (Slime, slime)
I wanna ball like [?] (Woo)
Pop at your door like Santa Claus (Woo)
I'm with my bees like [?] (Slime)
Pop at your door and I'm slimin' you (Slatt)
Slimy proof, slimy proof, slimy proof (Yeah)
Slimy nineteen and it's bulletproof, damn
[Verse 3: Fijimacintosh]
Bust in that b*tch like a muhf*ckin' Glock (Woo)
Walk in the mall and these birdies gon' flop
Hang with my brother, we sellin' the rocks (Woo)
I hit the gas 'cause I'm duckin' the opps (Woo)
Swept that lil' n*gga, no muhf*ckin' mop (Woo)
I had a vision that I was on top
I'm not your MCM, baby girl, stop, uh (What?)
Big racks fallin' out my pants, don't you touch it, yeah
Please don't touch my 'fit with dirty hands, b*tch, you musty, yeah
b*tch, I'm in trap house making plenty cheese and butter, yeah
Caught him tryna run off with the swag then we cut him, yeah (Slatt, slatt)

[Outro]
Florida boy, turn me up