Lemon Pepper

[Intro — spoken over bass] Ski Mask Mayhem! Nephew, crank that bitch! Ones out, bottles up— Omma outside! (Shake that ass, get paid!) Who the fuck hoein? Shake that ass get paid ) What the fuck goin? [Chorus] I’m in the bulletproof black, I’m in the vision, This for the girl shakin’ that ass and doin’ hair in the kitchen. I need a ten-piece lemon pepper, Magic City, What the fuck goin’…Omma outside, so who the fuck hoin’? (Shake that ass, get paid!) Who the fuck hoein? Shake that ass get paid ) What the fuck goin? [Verse 1] Lambos outside, doors up, double-parked, Valet joggin’, this ain’t no push-to-start. Hustlers bought the section, bottle girls march, Don Julio lit, sparklers in the dark. She shake that ass, make the whole couch stand, One cheek jump, put a stack in her hand. He throwin’ five? She ain’t changin’ her plans, She picked up speed when I popped them bands. Ones in the air, got the floor all slick, Heel caught a hundred, walked off with that bitch. Phone in his lap, keep recordin’ to a minimum, Broke boys zoomin’, ain’t nobody tippin’ ’em. Rollin’ fat blunts, got ash on the denim, She made his paycheck before the song finished. Fresh bottle comin’, make room, quit sittin’— Nephew, turn it up, let her handle her business! [Chorus] I’m in the bulletproof black, I’m in the vision, This for the girl shakin’ that ass and doin’ hair in the kitchen. I need a ten-piece lemon pepper, Magic City, What the fuck goin’…Omma outside, so who the fuck hoin’? (Shake that ass, get paid!) Who the fuck hoein? Shake that ass get paid ) What the fuck goin? [Post-Chorus — chant] Shake that ass, get paid! Shake that ass, get paid! If you sittin’ by the stage, Put some money on the stage! Shake that ass, get paid! Shake that ass, get paid! She ain’t clock in for praise— Put some money on the stage! [Verse 2] Sold packs to security, he still checked my bag, Now he posted by the rope tryna name that gas. Bottle girl strong, got six in the tray, Walkin’ through a car note just to bring champagne. Don Julio pour, don’t drown mine down, Whole lotta motion when the South come ’round. She bent that back, he forgot his account, Bank sent a text—better sit your ass down. Two hustlers tryna out-tip each other, She let ’em go broke, then danced for my brother. Lip gloss fresh, got a blunt tucked under, Bass hit once, made the whole booth shudder. Money on her thighs, money stuck to her heel, Picked it all up—she don’t care how you feel. Lambo out front, but his tab won’t clear, All that horsepower, can’t buy a drink in here. [Breakdown — drums and crowd vocals] Left cheek, right cheek—get that rent! Big bills, small bills—all that spend! Bottle girls back, let the whole tray in! Nephew, run that motherfucker back again! Shake that ass, get paid! Put some money on the stage! Shake that ass, get paid! Put some money on the stage! (Shake that ass, get paid!) Who the fuck hoein? Shake that ass get paid ) What the fuck goin? [Chorus] I’m in the bulletproof black, I’m in the vision, This for the girl shakin’ that ass and doin’ hair in the kitchen. I need a ten-piece lemon pepper, Magic City, What the fuck goin’….Omma outside, so who the fuck hoin’? [Outro] (Shake that ass, get paid!) Who the fuck hoein? (Shake that ass get paid ) What the fuck goin?