Recipe

(专辑： Sorry For The Get Off - 2019)

Jose the Plug
It's that Money Train shit
Yeah

Woo, I gotta pop a Perc', it's hard for me to eat
Wake up, pour a four, then I go back to sleep
RIP my cause, I seen him in my dreams
Money Train the squad, nigga, don't cross my team
I son you lil' niggas, don't get a billion
My plug, he from Philly, he keep them eagles
My lil' niggas wanna rob, nigga, I gotta lead 'em
You playing 'bout my money, boy, I'm gon' leave you

Thirty days, thirty nights
Performing, nigga, strip club life
My nephew in the back punching fire just to see the fight
In the stu', on and off the road, had to get it right
Nigga said he got a brick of red, I asked him what's the price?
Lil' bitch say you the chosen one, just live your life
I told my baby we gon' be rich, alright?
I got into a shootout, could've took his life
Five hours away, trapping in my Mikes
I'm gon' kick it with the left and ship it with the right
You gon' hit a left, bae, I'm gon' hit a right
Two bitches in the back having a Perky fight
I can see already it's gon' be an icky night

Woo, I gotta pop a Perc', it's hard for me to eat
Wake up, pour a four, then I go back to sleep
RIP my cause, I seen him in my dreams
Money Train the squad, nigga, don't cross my team
I son you lil' niggas, don't get a billion
My plug, he from Philly, he keep them eagles
My lil' niggas wanna rob, nigga, I gotta lead 'em
You playing 'bout my money, boy, I'm gon' leave you

Used to saying rest in peace my Uncle Yus
You don't lie to me, no, bitch, I lie to you
Oh, you tired of me? No, bitch, I'm tired of you
You better not step front of this K, boy, like you bulletproof
Girl, I love sipping drank, it just taste good as you
All these hoes wanna be gay but don't know what to do
Oh, you want a boss? Bae, I'm the living proof
Bitch, you mad at me? No, bitch, I'm mad at you
Count up fifty thousand in grandma's living room
My unc', he got the birds up in the pigeon coupe
My mama like, "Boy, what done got into you?"
I just want the stars up in the ceiling roof

Woo, I gotta pop a Perc', it's hard for me to eat
Wake up, pour a four, then I go back to sleep
RIP my cause, I seen him in my dreams
Money Train the squad, nigga, don't cross my team
I son you lil' niggas, don't get a billion
My plug, he from Philly, he keep them eagles
My lil' niggas wanna rob, nigga, I gotta lead 'em
You playing 'bout my money, boy, I'm gon' leave you

Damn, Jose, turn them motherfucking 808s down