Roc Marciano - The Appetite lyrics

[Intro: Quelle Chris] Once again Show it, show it, show it, show it [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] You a weapon, I'm up in the bed blowin' head My sh** a hundred percent I'm a boss, I'm not a underling Got a hundred links in the infantry (Let 'em in) My n***as gon' ride until the engines cease Victory is ceased, b**hes striptease I might try a 50 on a pinky ring Pull up like, "Where the hoes?" Take out a-holes Don't you ever compare me to those sambos Cut the top off the rose, call it Amber Rose I got so many hoes I'm like the lead singer in Cameo But I don't taste like candy though Tanned pea coat, tap dance on Miami coke Cherry nine elevens, got a lot of weapons My lady thighs make her look hind-legged Exotic pet, she like a wild leopard Eff it, I might let off a couple hollow heads for leverage This is effortless, you bein' extra n***as say, "Wavy", that's an S curl The pump'll make your chest curl, finesse your girl, you lead a flesh world Sends you up, boy [Chorus: Quelle Chris] Ocean's Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it Blame the appetite for s**, money, d**, s**, money, d** Ocean's Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it Blame the appetite for s**, money, d**, s**, money, d** Sex, money, d**, s**, money, d** Sex, money, d**, s**, money, d** [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] Bubble coast, bubble coast When we was broke we sold soap Y'all slowpokes long dicked the p**y, give it slow strokes Flow sound like sh** I ghostwrote Ain't no open door, that sh** for dodos Plus I take too many photos dipped in rose gold The Benz is Merlot, the vocal booth's an inferno Took the burst from Alberto And not a German pearl like serval I'm layin' up, twistin', nervous, somethin' fertile Let you tell it, the whips j**els runnin' I threw the million at my lieutenant, the cop [?] (Get it) I might set it, bled the way you felt lightheaded You had to wear light satin Base leather up in white seven, it's like heaven I bang with the knife to slice bread with It's nasty, bread split, you get your head hit If you had street etiquette, I better break n***as ain't better than me, they never been [Chorus: Quelle Chris] Ocean's Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it Blame the appetite for s**, money, d**, s**, money, d** Ocean's Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it Blame the appetite for s**, money, d**, s**, money, d** [Verse 3: Quelle Chris] Hoodrat fine like Young [?] Glad my stank a** crossed your stage like Omarion It's the big leagues, buddy boy, please carry on [?] f** big titties and spilled dairy on 'em James Bond villains with retractable ceilin's Sharks in the tank wanna bank off the brilliants Place the best bid on the best this side of the Mississip' Stay fly like we're fishes [?] Make a dollar do tricks like Richie Rich I don't sub tweet, I @ you like I'm gettin' sick Return of the Mack, part 2, movin' at mach 6 Fastest route to thug mansion where 'Pac sits My pocket is nonsense, my new sh** is doofus Thirsty biters wanna bite but can only sip like they toothless, useless [Verse 4: Danny Brown] It's like walkin' through quicksand Streets that take you under, keep your beats like Nixon I'm livin' for demeanour, every sentence and sentence Verbal game is off the spinach, one take and I'm finished Livin' in my own world like the glue don't twirl Roll blunts as a dumbbell, sets, and curls Smoke so much from stress that my brain don't rest So I write all night to get it off of my chest Therapeutic with the music, weren't for that, might lose it Real recognize real and you look translucent Rappers too emotional, be all up in they feelings Went to give you somethin' then I'll tell you how to go get it Wait, roll up at the back, that's a daily routine Used to sip lean but now we see, actin' our dream That's the way the cookie crumbles, say you gotta lay up humble Or ebola make you tumble, gotta watch the one for round 2 [Chorus: Quelle Chris] Ocean's Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it Blame the appetite for s**, money, d**, s**, money, d** Ocean's Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it Blame the appetite for s**, money, d**, s**, money, d** Sex, money, d**, s**, money, d** Sex, money, d**, s**, money, d**