Hibachi - Strick, Duke

Wheezy outta here

Yeah

Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana

Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi

Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly

I’m like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money

I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches

Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny

Bitch like Madonna beside me

Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a Cuban link

Dominican mamis still callin' me papi

Passport my car out the country (Yeah)

We came from nothin' to luxury

Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me

All along, yeah, they was fronting

The coupe got the trunk in the front end

(Wheezy outta here)

Count up a check when I’m horny (Horny)

I spent a dub up in Barney’s (Barney's)

We keep them straps like the army (Army)

All them niggas on go, you can’t harm me (Harm me)

Fuck TSA, we flew here on a jet

Speak when you say my name, just have respect

I cannot move if you ain’t got a check

I like when she give me that neck (Suck it)

My bitch is bad and wet

Diamonds, they hittin', they look like baguettes (Splash)

I cannot play with no lame in the street

This shit ain’t checkers, this chess (This chess)

I’m kickin' shit like a punter

I promise, and I do this shit for my mama (Shit)

Whip up a whole brick in front of your eyes

Cook it up like Benihana’s

(Wheezy outta here)

Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana

Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi

Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly

I’m like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money

I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches

Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny

Bitch like Madonna beside me

Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a Cuban link

Dominican mamis still callin' me papi

Passport my car out the country (Yeah)

We came from nothin' to luxury

Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me

All along, yeah, they was fronting

The coupe got the trunk in the front end

(Wheezy outta here)

Yeah, jumped off the porch, all my niggas need large chairs

Got the floor full of green like a lawn, yeah

Tell her shake it, you know we got more, yeah

Yeah, all this ice, my arm damn near went numb, yeah

YSL clarity on my charm, yeah

Ayy, in Cali we rollin' exclusives

Blue Magic, the coupe Frank Lucas

Give her dope, then she smoke it like cookie

Wearin' Dior, my aunt used to boost it

Luxury tax on this drip, they ain’t seen yet

Cozy paintin' on my jean jacket

Baguettes dangle on my necklace

They seen me somewhere with a actress

(Wheezy outta here)

Hollywood, we caught vibes at Katana

Hotter dinner shit, steak and hibachi

Count the cash, lace the codeine with molly

I’m like Hugh Heff, my bitches get money

I wear Dior trainers, not Huaraches

Bentley Mulsanne, misogyny

Bitch like Madonna beside me

Ice out the Carti' and AP (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a Cuban link

Dominican mamis still callin' me papi

Passport my car out the country (Yeah)

We came from nothin' to luxury

Yeah, they hated, but I know that really, they love me

All along, yeah, they was fronting

The coupe got the trunk in the front end

(Wheezy outta here)