Eat N' Chill Lyrics

Cashier, so it's motherfuckin' cash somewhere near in this place

I love my bitch, all she wanna do is eat and chill

Fuck these niggas, I don't wanna do no link and builds

I ain't rich yet, but I know I'm on a brink for reals

You never came close, so I don't care how you think or feel

I just play within the lines, I ain't paint the field

Can't believe I dropped the song, I made that made to a mil

Still figurin' how to get paid, my name in the will

Pops worked hard, gotta go harder, and left what he did

Me and rapper match made of heaven

Think I tore the first page out my rhyme book at seven

Used to think I'm Lil' Wayne, made cash money off of records

Gotta get it while it's hot, cause they might not offer seconds

I love my bitch, all she wanna do is eat and chill

King Fresh, make my nephew prince, that's how your uncle feel

A king in this shit like Bron, why they debating still?

They thought that I was in my prime, I was just elevating

I told my bitch I'm on the grind, she gotta be patient

Might hit the road for some months, I'm leavin' the state

Five-star hotels, it ain't cheap where I stay

The crib cool, feng shui, I don't shit where I lay

I'm doin' this for me, already did it for the culture

Life a movie, live it up, take a pic and don't post it

Niggas ridin' waves, the only way they havin' motion

Boy, I'm on my own surfboard, Hawaiian Punch

Lost count of the hoes I hit, got him tallied up

He didn't wanna tag the hoe gram, cause I probably fucked

If I didn't, bro probably did, know the odds is tough

We ain't fuckin' with no weak bitches and your squad look rough

We ain't fuckin with broke bitches at least Uber yourself

My bitch always asking me for something but don't need no help

And these jeans I got on tight I don't need a belt

When Future said he codeine crazy, I know how he felt