Bon Appetit Lyrics

Like yeah, I'm in a 2 door coupe caught chillin in Japan

Like yeah, shawty tryna blow my phone up this ain't Iran

Like yeah, see me with your bitch and she bad caught chillin down bad

Like yeah, I ain't got no time for this bitch cause tryna make this pan, like

I been talking to this bitch she ain't special I got 5

Blood thicker than water I ain't drawing out this knife

I been talking to this bitch she ain't faithful for one night

Take her out to Harrods Knightsbridge for the night

I been crossin' up the street check left check right

In a Nissan 240 too tight

Only Latina chicks on me cause that bitch no white

See me with a bitch and she right

Fire on me got the 5 racks tho

Choppa on dis bitch when he talkin' bout' this dough

And you say you love me tired of hearing lies tho

Uber for this bitch cause I be on the know

Like, step aside the lies shawty pouring up a four

Bon appetit got these grills cost four

And I'm cooking up this cheese croque monsieur

Pocketin' this cash got this green monster

Like yeah, I'm in a 2 door coupe caught chillin in Japan

Like yeah, shawty tryna blow my phone up this ain't Iran

Like yeah, see me with your bitch and she bad caught chillin down bad

Like yeah, I ain't got no time for this bitch cause tryna make this pan, like