Gravy (Explicit) lyrics

[Intro]

Incoming!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 1]
Other people's money
Other n*gga's b*tches
New kicks, new threads
Hitting other n*gga's switches
Too fresh- I'm bad
David Byrne got these pussies talking hand
Instead we talkin' bread now
I remember everything;
Homies hating, talkin' down
b*tches disrespecting me
Giving me the run-around
Money turn your mother 'round
Women throw that ass around
That make me turn my head around
I try to wrap your head around
Hangin' out the Moon Roof
One chick, three scoops
Presidential panty
They's f*ckin' on my stylist (Uh)
Yo, how you say you fresh as f*ck?
Yo, hey you ain't never fresh enough
And I suggest you buckle up
Ass so good, you buckle up
Your wife heard you f*cking up
And you can tell that something is up
Nah, no, I could never buy it
My whole clique hit like David and Goliath