Bob's Burgers (feat. Larry June)

Gettin’ money every day, every way, gotta hit every play

Stack and pay to elevate, and cop myself a ’64 Chevrolet

Gold days, candy paint, hit the switch, goddamn, I made it straight

A **** starvin’, I ain’t ate, call my shorty, slide on me with a plate

She hold me down, but we don’t date, even though I might fly out of state

She loyal in and out my face, and that’s a trait that you just can’t replace

So, I don’t want no new bitches, ‘cause they probably only want me for the cake

Lil’ mama so fly, she don’t mind cashin’ out for a date

That’s my type (That’s my type), what I like (What I like)

Stay forever (Stay forever) or one night

I can be your man when I’m ready

But for right now, we’ll keep goin’ steady

Had to keep my pockets heavy, on the ground

I’m back on the road but no shows out of town

I’m just tryna get on (On)

Deadstock’s on my feet, macked a bitch so unique

I been on some other shit, take my talents overseas (Good job)

Organized the operation, make sure everything groovy

This watch – you ain’t never seen, but it dropped in ’92 (Good job, Larry)

I don’t give a bitch a clue (Yee hee), baby, who is you?

She shaped like a hourglass, tonight, I just might leave with you

Babygirl, we overdue (Overdue), out the way (Man)

Hotel with the coldest view (Go), lobster tail

New Chanel with the matchin’ shoes (Man)

Merchandise gon’ sell (Damn), chillin’ by the pool (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Yeah, damn

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Man, yeah, damn, go, check, yeah, uh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Man, yeah