Steak & Lobster

We could make love on the sheets Then end up on the beach I heard you like Steak and Lobster Curry season Ya mon naffi locc you up He just be feening We finna do the race If you in my v we speeding Picture on the plates If it aint past ten or weekends Nigga turn the corner So smooth Ain't even leaning Then i buss a U'y Seen a baddie With like tree friends Shit i thought i hit her with the V Her sneakers bleeding And you can catch me outside Driving with the top down He tried to front we bacc to bacc To spinnin bloccs now And i heard you upped it On them rates We finna chop it down I told em RIP Balla It aint no stopping now Uhh fresh cut with all This jewelry on me Prolly why these baddies Always choosin on me I dont gtta pay the bill Lil mami wanna do it for me And this boutta wake em up I heard they snoozing on me You could catch me on the blocc Wit the top down Said she wanna drive baby not now We switched the whip And did the dash on the dash on em Tight spaces switching lanes Thought we crashed on em We could make love on the sheets Then end up on the beach I heard you like Steak and Lobster Curry season Ya mon naffi locc you up He just be feening We finna do the race If you in my v we speeding Picture on the plates If it aint past ten or weekends Nigga turn the corner So smooth Ain't even leaning Then i buss a U'y Seen a baddie With like tree friends Shit i thought i hit her with the V Her sneakers bleeding And if i macc the v Then imma get a new one A nigga never stucc And thats why she choosing And if you step inside my crib Tell me why your shoes on Baby want me in her ribs Fold her up like futons Lil baddie from my dreams You might have my newborn But nothing on top my green Unless it crutons Well you so pretty that I might have to fly you out Ill build you castles on the beach Girl what you crying bout Well you so pretty that I might have to fly you out Ill build you castles on the beach Girl what you crying bout Well you so pretty You might have my newborn Just incase the lifeguards come Baby keep ya shoes on We could make love on the sheets Then end up on the beach I heard you like Steak and Lobster Curry season Ya mon naffi locc you up He just be feening We finna do the race If you in my v we speeding Picture on the plates If it aint past ten or weekends Nigga turn the corner So smooth Ain't even leaning Then i buss a U'y Seen a baddie With like tree friends Shit i thought i hit her with the V Her sneakers bleeding