Wok Sauce

[Intro]
(Damn Jorjiana, where'd you find this?)
(Haha-hahaha)

[Chorus]
Uh, my pockets real fat like Big Momma
If he wanna dine, Benihana
If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds, gettin' fat off of pasta and lobster, uh
Since I got rich, I got a hell of a roster
I'll spit on a bitch like a llama
I'll beat a bitch ass like Ike
And my shit real, no moissanite

[Post-Chorus]
My lil bro tweak, keep a strap like a dyke (Phew)
Uh, my shit shine, don't need no light
I said I don't cheat but I might
He a cheap ho, always askin' me for a flight
And I like my bed, I can't stay the night
He think I'm a freak, he ask me for the price

[Verse 1]
He swallowed that Perc', now he itchin' like he got lice
I came from the trenches, I like hot sauce on my rice
He got ice in the cup so he can pour up the Sprite
It's Ramadan, baby, so he can't pipe
5 A.M., gotta get up now so I don't miss my flight, uh (Phew)
Uh, uh, uh-huh
Pull out the cash, let me get it
I know he a trick, so he spendin'
I'm paid in full, not to mention
I came from the bottom, now I'm winnin'
Christian Dior, but I'm sinnin'
By all means necessary, I'm gettin' this chicken, uh-huh
I like fast cars, and he like breakin' the law
She like throwin' her ass in the car
I don't like to drink, won't catch me at a bar (Last seen in rural Detroit, skinny dipping in ski boots)

[Chorus]
Uh, my pockets real fat like Big Momma
If he wanna dine, Benihana
If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds, gettin' fat off of pasta and lobster, uh
Since I got rich, I got a hell of a roster
I'll spit on a bitch like a llama
I'll beat a bitch ass like Ike
And my shit real, no moissanite

[Post-Chorus]
My lil bro tweak, keep a strap like a dyke (Phew)
Uh, my shit shine, don't need no light
I said I don't cheat but I might
He a cheap ho, always askin' me for a flight
And I like my bed, I can't stay the night
He think I'm a freak, he ask me for the price

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh-huh
He ain't smart, but his brain okay
I got a cougar bitch tryna dress me in Orolay
My plug ho tryna route me to a play
I dress like a boy, got 'em thinkin' I'm gay
My hands feelin' hot, someone pass me a bank
Loaded up fries on my plate
I'm tryna get married by thirty, so my options at stake
I'm big up tonight so I'm increasing my rate
This beat real smooth, got me doin' my thing

[Interlude]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Uh, my pockets real fat like Big Momma
If he wanna dine, Benihana
If rap don't work, I'ma be in the feds, gettin' fat off of pasta and lobster, uh
Since I got rich, I got a hell of a roster
I'll spit on a bitch like a llama
I'll beat a bitch ass like Ike
And my shit real, no moissanite

[Outro]
(Phew)
Uh
(AkayFinessin)
(EMRLD)