PINEAPPLE FRIED RICE lyrics

[Chorus: Joey Valence]
'Cause I'm nice wit it
Pineapple fried rice wit it, uh
'Cause I'm nice wit it
Pineapple fried rice wit it

[Verse 1: Joey Valence]
I'ma go get what I want 'cause I need it
JVB is the GOAT and I mean it
If I see a DM, I delete it
Got a lot of tan, got you lookin' like a Cheez-It
Uh, yeah, hop off my C-Stick
Work hard, no, I'm never gonna cool down
Top ten, what the critics gon' do now?
Get your goofy ass back to Toontown
I got big soles and big rolls and big goals
I eat out out of a big bowl
What? I thought you used to hate me
Album just dropped and now you wanna date me
Just wait 'til the next one
Y'all thought this was gonna be the best one?
Too steezy, nah, you kiddin' me?
JVB, no hands 'til infinity (Wow)

[Chorus: Joey Valence]
'Cause I'm nice wit it
Pineapple fried rice wit it, uh
'Cause I'm nice wit it
Pineapple fried rice wit it
[Verse 2: Brae]
I'ma do me and you do you
Beat so cold I'ma catch the flu
Menace with the moves, hit you with the one-two
Off the top rope with the Ric Flair Woo
Run it up, count it up, stack it up, yup
I don't mean money, I mean Stack Cup
I'm a pro with the games, better stay in your lane
Make you disappear like I'm David Blaine
Tech-deck pro and I'm master showman
One day, I'ma have dinner with Conan
Then, I'll go on a date with SZA
Lay down my boombada rizz-uh
Been smooth, smooth like velvet
Dance moves, moves on Elvis
Hip groove, sassy pelvis
Stanky leg, I know you smell dis (Wow)

[Chorus: Joey Valence]
'Cause I'm nice wit it
Pineapple fried rice wit it, uh
'Cause I'm nice wit it
Pineapple fried rice wit it

[Verse 3: Brae, Joey Valence]
I'ma do me and you do you
I'ma do me and you do you
Offers on the table, p*ssed off every label
DIY, why? 'Cause I'm really able
And girlies wanna smash on my C-Stick
Ghosts n' Stuff, maybe take a hint
Yeah, you just a hack to me
Make one hit track, then get back to me
So much bread in my pocket, you'd think I just robbed a f*cking Cheesecake Factory
I wasn't taught, I just happened to be a pro
Always been about it, y'all just didn't know
Call me Bill Nye, yeah, the way I run the numbers up
No label, me and JV, we make the cuts
My ex texted, asked how I was doing
I didn't reply 'cause I was busy movin'
LA to London to Paris, I'm flyin'
I'm doing really well, actually, I'm thrivin'
b*tch
You ain't got what we got