Lunch Room lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, RJ
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy), yeah

[Chorus]
Don't see sh*t unless it's the money, what you in it for?
Can't have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
Man, you old n*ggas done, where the dinner fork?
Told that b*tch we ain't done, I'ma give her more (Hold up)

[Verse]
And if them blues runnin' short, n*gga, let me know
My lil' n*gga don't do sh*t but hit that road
He just put a thousand pills in one of his hoes
I just made twenty bands off one of his loads
Ice in my black stitch, b*tches runnin' my nose
Count the strips, then the b*tch get to suckin' my soul
b*tch keep tryna kiss my cup, I don't want your cold
Talkin' wild, get the OJ's, n*gga, it's on
I keep ten on me daily, I told n*ggas I wasn't playin'
Just spent ten on my baby, got "Ghetto Champagne" playin'
I'm that n*gga with the oh-ooh, yeah, yeah
Shoot a n*gga 'til he through, a-dead, dead
Want beef? f*ck the money, we gon' carry all straps
Got this big b*tch with me, Halle Berry off B*A*P*S
Got my smart n*gga with me, he aware of all apps
Pull up to a n*gga crib f*ckin' with the Google Maps
Get to ballin' in the club like the monsters
FN turn the bar into a block party
Told that b*tch it's a dub in these Rockstars
Ain't no Hi-Tech mud, I drink Wockhardt
When I woke up, whippd the dope up
Lame n*gga spoke up, we gon' get him choked up
'Member when I had them beans in the Focus
Young n*gga keep them beams, don't provoke us
Like let me load up, keep your ho tucked
And we ain't drinkin' nothin' clean, boy, you know us
Keep a lot of dirty lean in a soda
Been on the block, boy, and I got a Rover
And I been slappin' that dope from hood to hood
Me and Wildman goin' 'Wood for 'Wood
In this b*tch like Suge on bullsh*t
And I wish a n*gga would got a full clip
And you know I won't hesitate to use it
Hollow punch you with the fire like Hadouken
Shoot him up midrange like DeRozan
n*gga, all my chains extra frozen
And your b*tch kids love me like Frozen
Hmm, LeBron with the bricks, I'm the chosen one
I'm buyin' more clips 'cause it's more than one
Whole Hush kit, f*ck Golden Son, huh
Security just let me get the gun in here
pus*y n*gga, this is right where the fun begin
I got the lil' draky-drake with the drum in here
Cookie bullets make you cough up a lung in here
Ayy, I prayed to God, asked him please, come right my wrongs
I fell in love with a thot 'cause she twerked in my song
I got the ice, I got the cream, don't need no cone
Over 21 and I'm a savage, don't need no loan
I block a b*tch every time I'm feelin' a ho
b*tch named Mira in the Marrow, she need this bone
Red shirt, high top Gerald, I'm still in the show
Need guns like I need drugs and need my phone, huh
[Chorus]
Don't see sh*t unless it's the money, what you in it for?
Can't have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?
Man, you old n*ggas done, where the dinner fork?
Told that b*tch we ain't done, I'ma give her more (Hold up)