Fish & Grits (feat. Cam & China)

(Woah, yeah, ayy)

(Woah)

Yeah

Ayy

She on go (Go), she don't stop at red lights

Freak bitch and she give me brain to get my head right

Country ****, I eat fish and grits, you should tread light

Six figures, sleepin' on a brick, I could name the price

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four

How many bitches finna walk through the door?

Six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred, ten

How many hundreds you gon' make a **** spend? Uh

Steak and tapas, what you doin' after?

Need a bad bitch to come and sit up on my platter

Got on rose gold, shawty know that I'm a bachelor

Wanna fuck a rapper, wanna climb the ladder

I just hit a bird today, tell me what's the word today?

He need some encouragement, he ain't got no vertebrae

Woah, woah, woah, woah, my bitch got some nerve today

Askin' me to splurge today, I just might get her to pay

My bitch count up paper, I can't treat her like a thottie

I just threw a couple hundreds, watch it sprinkle on her body, woah

She on go (Go), she don't stop at red lights

Freak bitch and she give me brain to get my head right

Country ****, I eat fish and grits, you should tread light

Six figures, sleepin' on a brick, I could name the price

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four

How many bitches finna walk through the door?

Six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred, ten

How many hundreds you gon' make a **** spend? Uh

Bet I make him run a red light

Told him give me head 'cause I'm just tryna get my head right

I ain't even text him, he can't even fuckin' spell right

Never put it past him, got these **** on my taillight

Got a bag up, my bitches got ass up

These **** ain't rockin' me, let me pull my mask up

V12s, I'm bustin' U's, fuck 12, I'm breakin' rules

Can't change my fuckin' mood, steppin' in designer shoes

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four

How many bitches finna walk through the door?

Six hundred, seven hundred, eight hundred, ten

How many hundreds you gon' make a **** spend? Uh