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Billy Marchiafava - French Fry Dinner Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey man, the fuck you mean you ain't heard no fucking Lentra the God?
Lentra the God
Lentra the—

[Verse 1: Billy Marchiafava]
I've been makin' moves (Yeah), they don't like that (Okay)
Big boss money (What?), first I spend it, then I make it back (What?)
Ran to the bank (Ayy, oh), came back with a big bag (Yeah)
Diamonds on my necklace (Okay), shine, yeah, they playing tag (Okay)
Ooh, haters getting mad (Yeah), I can tell now (What?)
I was down bad (What?), now these bitches wanna fuck now
Call me in the morning (Yup, yup), call me when you touch down (Okay)
Now I'm in the field makin' plays, like a touchdown
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh, uhh (Skrrt, skrrt)
Don't call me on my phone (Yeah), if you ain't talkin' bucks
You ain't working hard, baby, that's why you stuck
Made a hundred grand, real quick, that's what's up
Never thought I would be the one, I was the quiet type
Now I'm getting neck from your hun, I'm in the limelight
I've been busy stackin' the funds and when the time's right
I'ma blow it all, just for fun
Bitch, I'm workin' (Oh), I stay surfin'
You can't even scratch the surface
I've been makin' guala, Fendi, Prada
You get nada, hot like sauna, ayy
Drop-droppin' the top in that Beamer
Rims lookin' clean and my teeth lookin' cleaner
Smile so bright, the whole world gon' see it
I'ma make a mil', real soon, best believe it
[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
Tic-tac-toe, smokin' three in a row
Got TikTok hoes always bumpin' to my songs
I don't want nobody on me, unless she my girl
We be walkin' through the city like it's my world
Like, Gucci gang, Gucci gang, bitch, I'm like Gucci Mane, brr
When I slide through with the fresh lynx furs
I don't wanna talk, but y'all be flexing with your words
Step into the ring with big Trip'
Somebody once told me, the world was gonna roll me (Woo)
But I'm rollin' up the herb, like "Fuck police"
Kobe, shootin' for three, you don't know me
Fat man, icey, drivin' a Zamboni
Any minute now, swear to God, I'm 'bout to get it now
When you come around, y'all be thinking, but can't spit it out
Pull the limo 'round, hot box in the winter
I'm as cold as a snow globe, shake it, make it snow, ho