Drinking From My Golden Chalice lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
Ayy, pull up, sippin' from my golden chalice
Got a bad b*tch and I know she Spanish
Talk that sh*t about the gang, boy, and you might vanish
Got a bad b*tch and her name is Francis
Ayy, pull up, sippin' from my golden chalice
Got a bad b*tch and I know she Spanish
Talk that sh*t about the gang, boy, and you might vanish
Got a bad b*tch and her name is Francis

[Verse 1]
Ayy, pull up to the club, I'm kissin' all my b*tches
She say she my biggest fan, b*tch, don't be specific
And it's f*ckin' lit, I came from rags and riches
Got man a milli', now I'm baggin' b*tches
And don't tag me in it
Or you'll get f*cking banished, innit
Ayy, and I might go, go
So, so listen here, ho, ho
Bro bro wanna f*ck the game up in slow-mo
So we kickin' down the door tho'