"Cup On Easter" lyrics
Yeah
Yes, sir
Come on, man
You know this shit
Yeah
That bitch keep blowin' my line, but now I'm too rich, I don't even keep 'em
Too fuckin' rich
And I got a foreign
Yeah
Bitch so bad, don't need to feed her
Too bad
I don't gotta fuck with these rappers
I don't gotta pay for a feature
For a feature
I count up 100 this mornin'
I woke up my cupboards on Easter
Your bitch can't even talk to me
I went and iced out the rosary
Ain't no one but God controllin' me
Ain't no one but God controllin' me
Eat it up, can't have no babies
No babies
Went broke, he ain't have no savings
Last bitch, she got upgraded
Upgraded
All the money, it got me faded
Yeah
Stuff a milli in the ground
Milli
Need me a shovel
Shovel
Gotta cut her off, the bitch, she trouble
Trouble
Can't come fuck if you got the hustle
Hustle
Why the phone keep ringing?
Ringing
They talkin' to 12, they seen it
They seen it
Why?
If I said it, motherfucker, I mean it
I mean it
And I still get the money, I need it
I need it
Like NBA and Migos
Migos
Let her eat up, she a freak ho
Freak ho
Put her on camera, Vevo
Vevo
Hit it two times, reload
Yeah
He already dead, we smoked him
Smoked him
That boy a motherfuckin' pre-roll
Pre-roll
She eat up the dick, she hungry
She hung- Hungry
Call it the motherfuckin' meatloaf
Meatloaf
Might buy the bitch a McLaren
McLaren
I might fly the bitch out to Paris
Skrrt
LA or Dallas, don't go to Jared's
Jared's
She gon' ride this dick like a ferris
Ferris
Small pieces, thicker the berries
Berries
I laugh at niggas, hilarious
Haha
Buy a chain, it come with the karats
Karats
I walk in the room, they starin'
Yeah, yeah
That bitch keep blowin' my line, but now I'm too rich, I don't even keep 'em
Too fucked
And I got a foreign
Yeah
Bitch so bad, don't need to feed her
Too bad
I don't gotta fuck with these rappers
I don't gotta pay for a feature
For a what?
I count up 100 this mornin'
I woke up my cupboards on Easter
Go, go
Yes, sir
Come on, man
You know this shit
Yeah
That bitch keep blowin' my line, but now I'm too rich, I don't even keep 'em
Too fuckin' rich
And I got a foreign
Yeah
Bitch so bad, don't need to feed her
Too bad
I don't gotta fuck with these rappers
I don't gotta pay for a feature
For a feature
I count up 100 this mornin'
I woke up my cupboards on Easter
Your bitch can't even talk to me
I went and iced out the rosary
Ain't no one but God controllin' me
Ain't no one but God controllin' me
Eat it up, can't have no babies
No babies
Went broke, he ain't have no savings
Last bitch, she got upgraded
Upgraded
All the money, it got me faded
Yeah
Stuff a milli in the ground
Milli
Need me a shovel
Shovel
Gotta cut her off, the bitch, she trouble
Trouble
Can't come fuck if you got the hustle
Hustle
Why the phone keep ringing?
Ringing
They talkin' to 12, they seen it
They seen it
Why?
If I said it, motherfucker, I mean it
I mean it
And I still get the money, I need it
I need it
Like NBA and Migos
Migos
Let her eat up, she a freak ho
Freak ho
Put her on camera, Vevo
Vevo
Hit it two times, reload
Yeah
He already dead, we smoked him
Smoked him
That boy a motherfuckin' pre-roll
Pre-roll
She eat up the dick, she hungry
She hung- Hungry
Call it the motherfuckin' meatloaf
Meatloaf
Might buy the bitch a McLaren
McLaren
I might fly the bitch out to Paris
Skrrt
LA or Dallas, don't go to Jared's
Jared's
She gon' ride this dick like a ferris
Ferris
Small pieces, thicker the berries
Berries
I laugh at niggas, hilarious
Haha
Buy a chain, it come with the karats
Karats
I walk in the room, they starin'
Yeah, yeah
That bitch keep blowin' my line, but now I'm too rich, I don't even keep 'em
Too fucked
And I got a foreign
Yeah
Bitch so bad, don't need to feed her
Too bad
I don't gotta fuck with these rappers
I don't gotta pay for a feature
For a what?
I count up 100 this mornin'
I woke up my cupboards on Easter
Go, go
