歌词
作词 : Matthew Hauri/Alexander Gumuchian/Omar Banos
作曲 : Matthew Engelwood/Christopher Thomas Kulis
Ayy, uh-huh
Off the molly (Off the molly), off the bean (Off the bean)
What's this boy doin' lookin' so clean? (So clean)
She gon' call me (Ring ring), I'll do anything (Anything)
Back in Cali' (Cali'), smokin' big weed (Big weed)
Like sheesh, I'ma have to cool down, bringin' all the heat
I know that's your shorty but she feelin' on my meat
If I hit it once, I'ma pass her to the team (To the team)
I don't want it twice (What?), b!tch, that's not for me (Not for me)
She a nympho, rather be stayin' makin' that peso
But I can't say no to a filthy rich sugar mama with bankroll (Is she rich?)
Pipe the girl, got the bag, took both options (Both)
Stayin' loyal to my dentist 'cause I'm flossin' (Yuh)
Financially stable, make it rain like Mary Poppins
Shootin' creamy threes like half a pint deep like I'm Baskin-Robbins (Smoke a fudge)
She pull and tuck my sh!t like, b!tch, I'm not a Bop-It (Whoa, bbno$)
Your ass is sussy yeah, I think you better stop it
Woo, b!tch, stop it
Drippin' like a faucet if you gettin' out of pocket
Said I walk in this b!tch with a limp like Stephen Hawking (Goddamn)
And I pull up on your crib and I walk in without knockin'
Just to take your Christmas stocking
And some top quick, 'cause your mom a hot b!tch
But she really thoughtful, bro, she got your ass a Bop It
She be tryna roleplay, call me Gravy Crockett (Oh)
Gravy Train nature boy, Ric Flair pop sh!t, baby
Off the molly (Off the molly), off the bean (Off the bean)
What's this boy doin' lookin' so clean? (So clean)
She gon' call me (Ring ring), I'll do anything (Anything)
Back in Cali' (Cali'), smokin' big weed (Big weed)
Like sheesh, I'ma have to cool down, bringin' all the heat
I know that's your shorty but she feelin' on my meat
If I hit it once, I'ma pass her to the team (To the team)
I don't want it twice (What?), b!tch, that's not for me (Not for me)
Baby Gravy 2, baby, what the fxck is up, shorty?
We got Cuco in this hoe, he pulled up with the blunts
We got the heat, we got the heat, baby (Brr)
So much Heat, b!tch, I think I'm Pat Riley (Oh)
I just hit your b!tch with the double fxckin' smiley (Ooh)
Gravy lil' spoon, yeah, I got your ho behind me
You a lil' b!tch, every day my phone reminds me
Wor-Wor-Workin' all night, gotta think about the d!ck shift
Teddy Pendergrass with the goddamn hot shit
Pulled up for the neck, left neck covered in lipstick
Still hittin' that nurse so I stay with the limp wrist
I can't find my fifth wrist, you talkin' like a b!tch, you gon' get yourself dismissed
Baby no Business, wait, b!tch, I'm 'bout my business
Gravy and I bust through the door
Then we hit the dance floor and your b!tch couldn't resist (bbno$)
It's bbno$
We got Yung Gravy in this b!tch, we got Cuco in this b!tch
We in the dance floor, we just popped (Uh)
We dancin' with your lady, we gonna have a good ass time
We drinkin' tequila, baby, we gonna keep on goin' crazy