Lunch Room - Sada Baby

Ooh, RJ

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy), yeah

Don’t see shit unless it’s the money, what you in it for?

Can’t have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?

Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork?

Told that bitch we ain’t done, I’ma give her more (Hold up)

And if them blues runnin' short, nigga, let me know

My lil' nigga don’t do shit but hit that road

He just put a thousand pills in one of his hoes

I just made twenty bands off one of his loads

Ice in my black stitch, bitches runnin' my nose

Count the strips, then the bitch get to suckin' my soul

Bitch keep tryna kiss my cup, I don’t want your cold

Talkin' wild, get the OJ’s, nigga, it’s on

I keep ten on me daily, I told niggas I wasn’t playin'

Just spent ten on my baby, got «Ghetto Champagne» playin'

I’m that nigga with the oh-ooh, yeah, yeah

Shoot a nigga 'til he through, a-dead, dead

Want beef?

Fuck the money, we gon' carry all straps

Got this big bitch with me, Halle Berry off B*A*P*S

Got my smart nigga with me, he aware of all apps

Pull up to a nigga crib fuckin' with the Google Maps

Get to ballin' in the club like the monsters

FN turn the bar into a block party

Told that bitch it’s a dub in these Rockstars

Ain’t no Hi-Tech mud, I drink Wockhardt

When I woke up, whippd the dope up

Lame nigga spoke up, we gon' get him choked up

'Member when I had them beans in the Focus

Young nigga keep them beams, don’t provoke us

Like let me load up, keep your ho tucked

And we ain’t drinkin' nothin' clean, boy, you know us

Keep a lot of dirty lean in a soda

Been on the block, boy, and I got a Rover

And I been slappin' that dope from hood to hood

Me and Wildman goin' 'Wood for 'Wood

In this bitch like Suge on bullshit

And I wish a nigga would got a full clip

And you know I won’t hesitate to use it

Hollow punch you with the fire like Hadouken

Shoot him up midrange like DeRozan

Nigga, all my chains extra frozen

And your bitch kids love me like Frozen

Hmm, LeBron with the bricks, I’m the chosen one

I’m buyin' more clips 'cause it’s more than one

Whole Hush kit, fuck Golden Son, huh

Security just let me get the gun in here

Pussy nigga, this is right where the fun begin

I got the lil' draky-drake with the drum in here

Cookie bullets make you cough up a lung in here

Ayy, I prayed to God, asked him please, come right my wrongs

I fell in love with a thot 'cause she twerked in my song

I got the ice, I got the cream, don’t need no cone

Over 21 and I’m a savage, don’t need no loan

I block a bitch every time I’m feelin' a ho

Bitch named Mira in the Marrow, she need this bone

Red shirt, high top Gerald, I’m still in the show

Need guns like I need drugs and need my phone, huh

Don’t see shit unless it’s the money, what you in it for?

Can’t have my main mans hungry, what you in it for?

Man, you old niggas done, where the dinner fork?

Told that bitch we ain’t done, I’ma give her more (Hold up)