Sweepstakes lyrics

[Chorus]
Let's go to work, black tux and a briefcase lookin' like I won a f*ckin sweepstakes
For what it's worth, I could take you on a cheap date
Love a mean body and a sweet face
She go to church, I be di*kin' on a blessed b*tch
I don't see you b*tches on the guest list
I'm doin' dirt, don't be askin' who I mess with
Front do' hit'chu when you exit

[Verse 1]
I could take an oath, f*ck I got to lie bout?
I sip bubbly, when I gotta dry mouth
Deep pockets, you gon' have to climb out
I'm T'd up like I'm bout to call a timeout
I sound like six figures, 32 temp make a broke b*tch shiver
Could ya backside get bigga, that's a wide load ima call it big dippa
Week two, by now I got at least two
She call me sugar and you know she gotta sweet tooth
I might blackout sh*t I'm guaranteed to
You should rock a mеsh top sumn I can see thru
Y'all don't even be on bеat
Who said chivalry is dead take a seat on me, girl
f*ck a TMZ
My di*k longer than the line at the DMV

[Chorus]
Let's go to work, black tux and a briefcase lookin' like I won a f*ckin sweepstakes
For what it's worth, I could take you on a cheap date
Love a mean body and a sweet face
She go to church, I be di*kin' on a blessed b*tch
I don't see you b*tches on the guest list
I'm doin' dirt, don't be askin' who I mess with
Front do' hit'chu when you exit
[Verse 2]
Hop, skip, jump, earthquakes in the trunk
Psychedelic, funk, huffing gas puttin twenty on the pump
f*ck it tho I'm runnin for office
The thought of that alone prolly makin ya nauseous
Tip, toe, gotta be cautious
Lay a b*tch off I'm just cuttin my losses
I go to Fridas and f*ck up a whole plate
Talk to Mamacitas I'm papi in yo state
I could book a flight open shut its a closed case
Look at my position just hate it it's okay
I drop a lime in a cerveza
I knock a shot back ion need a chaser
Steppin out in the SB blazers
Nutmeg hoes who ain't got enough flavor
I'm yo b*tch best friend from the waste down
Where she at where she at where she at where she at
Gimme screwed up click from the H town
Just the tip and the shaft and my sack how bout dat
(x2)

[Chorus]
Let's go to work, black tux and a briefcase lookin' like I won a f*ckin sweepstakes
For what it's worth, I could take you on a cheap date
Love a mean body and a sweet face
She go to church, I be di*kin' on a blessed b*tch
I don't see you b*tches on the guest list
I'm doin' dirt, don't be askin' who I mess with
Front do' hit'chu when you exit