"Dine & Wine" lyrics
Billacheck & CEO Trayle Lyrics
It's bout that time that I got murder on my mind
I gotta call talm about niggas they dropping dimes
We spin out them cars and make that supercharge go whine
Them boys been stepping on shit, tell a fuck nigga get in line
I still might dine & wine if I see a bitch popping outside
Guaranteed ima spark up that fye if I see a opp tryna get high
I'ma laugh out loud when I'm counting these racks cause they make me smile
Dog shit got it stacked to my knees, every fit coming fresh like a shower
When I blow through these racks, I got time to shake back, I ain't telling no lies
I been getting real fly, anything on me never been a facade
I put on for the team, I ain't E S T, but everybody gone shine
If I'm having some service, I can make that call, them gunnas online
Better watch your step, I got some young niggas having rep that can't wait to use they belt
My cup on sick like I got the strep
I put a 6 in that cup so it's Dr. Pep, took a dive in that water like Michael Phelps
If that money go low, every move gotta count
If them niggas go broke, I just check my account
I'm getting large amounts, whenever they greet me, they taking a bow
I ain't no fashion stylist, but I put it on from north to south
I been on different timing, I got all these hoes doing assignments
Pockets swole on thigh pads, I'm a top recruit lineman
Bought her a purse just to make her holler
She sipping wine straight out the bottle
She know I'm the biggest, her niggas is toddlers
My old bitch walk the streets like a model
I'm giving out game for the people to follow
I want mad riches, I need to hit on the lotto
I been causing these problems, they can't even solve em
Skrtt skrrt skrrt
Walked out the bank with a brand new 50 ball
Still in the kitchen dawg, niggas talk chicken talk
Say you got 500 Ps, finna send em off
Nigga if it's smoke then it's beef, I don't see em talk
Big back door niggas getting off
I still got work like I'm getting off
The car too fast, I be getting lost
I pulled down my mask, get to running off
Shots fired where he live at, that's where he sleep at
Fuck it, we spinning out
I bought Celine for the bitch and all
I popped a perc and she sucked it out
The clip was too big, I can't tuck it down
The lick was too big, had to leave the town
When my young niggas spin, make you spin around
High speed with my bitch, we at dinner now
They still tryna figure it out
Getting skis for the whole gang
Hit the bitch, I don't need no names
We was smoking on propane
We was balling like Rogaine
I used to post at the store mane
Now I don't cause I'm rich, and that Glock got a button
If I don't trust it, I'ma up it
She was sucking it like she love it
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I gotta call talm about niggas they dropping dimes
We spin out them cars and make that supercharge go whine
Them boys been stepping on shit, tell a fuck nigga get in line
I still might dine & wine if I see a bitch popping outside
Guaranteed ima spark up that fye if I see a opp tryna get high
I'ma laugh out loud when I'm counting these racks cause they make me smile
Dog shit got it stacked to my knees, every fit coming fresh like a shower
When I blow through these racks, I got time to shake back, I ain't telling no lies
I been getting real fly, anything on me never been a facade
I put on for the team, I ain't E S T, but everybody gone shine
If I'm having some service, I can make that call, them gunnas online
Better watch your step, I got some young niggas having rep that can't wait to use they belt
My cup on sick like I got the strep
I put a 6 in that cup so it's Dr. Pep, took a dive in that water like Michael Phelps
If that money go low, every move gotta count
If them niggas go broke, I just check my account
I'm getting large amounts, whenever they greet me, they taking a bow
I ain't no fashion stylist, but I put it on from north to south
I been on different timing, I got all these hoes doing assignments
Pockets swole on thigh pads, I'm a top recruit lineman
Bought her a purse just to make her holler
She sipping wine straight out the bottle
She know I'm the biggest, her niggas is toddlers
My old bitch walk the streets like a model
I'm giving out game for the people to follow
I want mad riches, I need to hit on the lotto
I been causing these problems, they can't even solve em
Skrtt skrrt skrrt
Walked out the bank with a brand new 50 ball
Still in the kitchen dawg, niggas talk chicken talk
Say you got 500 Ps, finna send em off
Nigga if it's smoke then it's beef, I don't see em talk
Big back door niggas getting off
I still got work like I'm getting off
The car too fast, I be getting lost
I pulled down my mask, get to running off
Shots fired where he live at, that's where he sleep at
Fuck it, we spinning out
I bought Celine for the bitch and all
I popped a perc and she sucked it out
The clip was too big, I can't tuck it down
The lick was too big, had to leave the town
When my young niggas spin, make you spin around
High speed with my bitch, we at dinner now
They still tryna figure it out
Getting skis for the whole gang
Hit the bitch, I don't need no names
We was smoking on propane
We was balling like Rogaine
I used to post at the store mane
Now I don't cause I'm rich, and that Glock got a button
If I don't trust it, I'ma up it
She was sucking it like she love it
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