"Rice & Gravy" lyrics

I'll take both of them for real, you know like
I ain't never had to pick for real like
Too easy, you know, you know what I'm sayin'
One of the motha fuckin' biggest on dry land nigga, real dog
5-0-2-9 nigga I ain't gotta say the rest nigga

Trap beatin', you came late and it's assigned seats
I paid the couch for operation and assigned to me
Who count it faster, race the money counter while I thumb it
I'm chain smoking, cut a ratio, got shit punchin'
We never perfect, I been tryna work on my patience
She seen the crib and lost her mind on just my paintings
She tryna hit a cup I told her, "It's way too tainted"
White Benz with brown seats, this white rice and gravy

I done came from worse, the old pain hurt
Street nigga, felt the rain, then rose from the dirt
I ball harder for the times I couldn't score a bucket
I'm mob tied, round table meetings like a summit
Burning hot, don't give two fucks, leave the Jakes it ain't no question
All I need is Ben Frank, and my respect you keep is extra (Pussy)
Player, I get laces, I shooting it ain't no lecture
I done lost count of how many G's we got, they all got [?]
Yeah we popping out, yeah I keep the mafia close by, it's nothing to cross them out
Yeah I work for all this shit, I never had my hand out
Yeah these hoes know we don't to the talking, I bust it down now
Bitch nigga went dead trying

Trap beatin', you came late and it's assigned seats
I paid the couch for operation and assigned to me
Who count it faster, race the money counter while I thumb it
I'm chain smoking, cut a ratio, got shit punchin'
We never perfect, I been tryna work on my patience
She seen the crib and lost her mind on just my paintings
She tryna hit a cup I told her, "It's way too tainted"
White Benz with brown seats, this white rice and gravy