DINNER PLATE Lyrics

What what yeah yeah yeah

What what yeah yeah

Killin' all these bitches, they say I should be in the grave, yard

Think you're better than me, nigga

Don't quit your day job,

Transparent, I got pussy nigga radar

Smell a opp from a mile away, I bet I'm causin' chaos

I was down in Arizona, trappin' like a bitch

That boy ain't gettin' no damn money, he rather chase a bitch

Big dollars, minimize my circle and switch my persona

Never tell em' what you goin' through, just keep on stackin' dollars

Yeah, that's the ganeg, I done bought the whole clique

Rugers I been on that gangster shit like I'm with Larry Hoover

Never underestimate the power of the mula

If I up that blick, I bet that nigga bite the bullet

I got shit to leave the leaking cherry Kool Aid

She say she gon' let me fuck her in her booty

I'm off them jiggas, I been up for about two days

Bad lil' mama, watch me finesse her out her coochie, yah

I been state to state, ridin' paper plates

Now I keep the cake, diamonds frosted flake

They ain't got nothin' good to say, all they do is hate

Nigga, all I see is money on my dinner plate

I'm tryna keep the peace, but they gon' really star a war with me

I ride through the city, minding my business, they won't fuck with me

Bet I slide through that block every day, Im trying catch some ehat

Came up out the same dirt, them niggas ain't wanna acknowledge me

Ran it up, up off a hoe, still tha' man like Shawty Lo'

When I drop bands up on the floor, eatin' off my plate for sure

Break it down, get to the loads she gon' let me fuck for sure

That pussy taste like cookie dough, yum, yum, yum

Bitch, I ain't your average Joe, I get to the bag like my last name Cole

First name Deon, they was lames when they was livin

I'm talkin' pions , pull up to your function, I'll bail out and get the bussin, yah, yah

I got shit to leave the leave ya' leakin cherry Kool Aid

She say she gon' let me fuck her in her booty, ayy

I'm out them jiggas, I been up for about two days

Bad lil' mama, watch me pull that side up, coochie, ayy, yah

Out of state to state, ridin' paper planes, yeah

Now I keep the case, got the sauce to play, yeah

They ain't got nothin' good to say, all they do is hate, yeah

Nigga, all I see is money on my dinner plate

All I see is money on my dinner plate

All I see is money on my dinner plate

Yah, yah, yah, Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah

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