GRAMMY DINNER AT THE WEST ft. JROD Lyrics

Grammy dinners with the winners, we just talkin' eatin

At the West in L.A., not the four season No splittin' bills with it, put it all on

One tab Even though everybody at the table got a meal

Ticket We at the table laughin', staring at the

Four o five traffic It's time to place your order, waiters askin

What you havin' Ill start with the Wagyu meatball, no diddy

No freak off I'm just fuckin' with you

Let me try the honey garlic salmon and the rosemary lamb poppers

Cook it well done and let me pair it with some wine from the top shelf

So we can toast among us, Grammy dinners at the top

Floor shit above us, just bought this new timepiece

For the ones we lost, to let you know don't waste mine

And time can't be brought, we took the stairs

Up from hell up to Bel-Air And everybody got a story to share

At the Grammy dinner

Took a hiatus, made reservations, so we never waitin

I had him come and sage it, before the discussing wages

A couple models who love the camera, but keep it secret

I know she booked the way, I'm booked, we on the same pages

The Angeleno visit with my niggas, cause we used to bend

Corners off Panola for the spinach I'm talkin' five-star dinners, they never mention

It's different when the owners escorting you through the kitchen

Man, you see this shit? All I see is gettin' money in my suit

I know GQ gon' write an article or somethin' I pray for a plug and for money and abundance

The cars made in Italy, the fabric out of London

And the spot order hummus somethin' light But the views got him askin', who is he

Got him askin', what you do when you know this shit a coup

When he askin' where the roof, wrote a million rhymes

I pray for this a million times, nigga