Pusha T - Mobster Dinner lyrics

(Intro) Let's go, huh! We don't swerve it out on this one You know what I'm saying? Swag it out on this b**h! You pull that big state house Hope out, Rolex Eat, motherf**er, Chilean seaba** on them n***as! We are talking bout al those n***as, you know what I'm saying? We’re the problem, home boy! Uh, yeah! (Verse) The paper gave Oprah, phantom of the operas Currency face green, her white face c**a Kitchen with an apron, chicken noodle sopa Pyton lock Jake the Snake big Cobra sponsored links Been out!dog bell to win out! I do it for the homies in the hood, I can't get out! Life without parole, mother f**ers don't get out Rick Flair to cope until the baking soda spill out! Ain’t whack, it’s Desert Eagle blew your whole whip out Million dollar chef, million skinny hoes, big out Got a black hoodie on, with a white mask on Mike Jackson with the glove on, gleam! I beat the case with the gloves I live I make that Maywether money again, we're kings We just Louis through the summer, Gucci through the winter When you rubber bend the money, it's gonna make you a believer When spend the root of evil evil, it's gonna make all of us sinners Ace of spades, have a mobster dinner! Pearl powder with the fish scale, make me a winner! Entertain the Colosseum like that spartan k**er I'm the reason why the strippers carry purse umbrellas 22s for the keys, caught that Birdman special Hundred grands on the wrists I wear Fifty grands gonna piss my ear Ball hard with the chains I wear, yeah! (Chorus) It's a mobster dinner Break bread with a boss I'm feeling like a winner Probably cause I never lost! And if I'm sitting next to you, You know what I'mma do! Have my cake and beat it smooth You know I have a PhD in fast money, right? So you thought they just call me Pusha for nothing, yeah! (Verse) Del Frisco's, four days straight Dinner for two, easily a thousand dollar date Wilhelmina model no feeling in the face Hermes leather goods, wrap twice around the waist Double Dutch the wrist, invisibly wet, invisibly set 80 thousand dollars on the myth That's Rolex posing under fist I bow flex 36 ounces on a brick My n***as trick! Dollars like Dave Blaine and Chris Ange The condos full of rottweilers on piscane They roam freely around dope money and well trained This smells a mixture of baking soda and piss stains! Yeah! Too vivid n***a, admit it n***a! What other way is the real? Hustlers gonna feel it, n***a! Got no respect for you Jack boys, I k** it, n***a It's four-five, it's about as long as a midget n***a! (Chorus) It's a mobster dinner Break bread with a boss I'm feeling like a winner Probably cause I never lost! And if I'm sitting next to you, You know what I'mma do! Have my cake and beat it smooth