CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Butterfly Doors
Butterfly doors on the Tesla
Butterfly shrimp when I leave out Benihana
I just got a pint from my great-great-grandma
I just got a rose gold Patek full of diamonds
Let me set the record straight, me and Rell just poured an eight
Two hoes with us like we goin' on a double date
But nah, these two hoes for me, my hoes just called some hoes for him
You say you don't pour the lean, f**k it, then it's more for me
f**k bein' thick, where your facecard?
You gon' take a trip to God, tryna take ours
We around these bad b*t*hes, but they ain't ours
Bust a b*t*h down, we gon' take turns
She think she on a vacation, I'm lookin' for the plug
Ran up a ten, now I'm lookin' for a dub
Put on YSL, come here, b*t*h, give me hug
Your n***a ain't got a thousand to give you, he a scrub
Shout out one time to my white b*t*h in Calabasas
I just made a movie with that b*t*h, but she not an actress
I just made a flip with the— but it's not a mattress
She say when I'm gon' stop?
That's a million-dollar question, this a thousand-dollar pot
Hope you duck that taco, 'cause I'm lettin' off shots
Hope that wig on tight, 'cause I'm finna drop the top
Butterfly doors on the Tesla
Butterfly shrimp when I leave out Benihana
I just got a pint from my great-great-grandma
I just got a rose gold Patek full of diamonds
Three-five of zaz in the blunt, where the lighter?
I just jumped deep in that pu**y like a diver
Fell in love with a pretty b*t*h on an island
If she got a fire neck on her, I'ma ice it
(Yeah, ah, b*t*h, I knew it, I knew it)
I knew that this b*t*h wanna f**k, I'm a psychic
I just left to stroll in the hood with my white b*t*h
b*t*h got a whole lot of cake, wanna ice it
I got Wave Runners on, but I ain't runner waves
Beat that lil' pu**y from the back, make her run away
Line wrapped around the corner, n***a gotta wait
Goin' pink Dame mean a hundred thousand eighths
I ain't goin' to a wedding, but I'm blowin' cake
I done smoked all the bud, so I sold 'em shake
I got on two watches and I showed up late
Ridin' 'round the Eastside with some Florida plates
Walked in the club, all the hoes take they phone out
I just got the bag in, and it's sold out
I show up to a n***a block with my loadout
Then take my lil' b*t*h to Bora Bora with her toes out
Butterfly doors on the Tesla
Butterfly shrimp when I leave out Benihana
I just got a pint from my great-great-grandma
I just got a rose gold Patek full of diamonds
Three-five of zaz in the blunt, where the lighter?
I just jumped deep in that pu**y like a diver
Fell in love with a pretty b*t*h on an island
If she got a fire neck on her, I'ma ice it (Yeah)
Butterfly shrimp when I leave out Benihana
I just got a pint from my great-great-grandma
I just got a rose gold Patek full of diamonds
Let me set the record straight, me and Rell just poured an eight
Two hoes with us like we goin' on a double date
But nah, these two hoes for me, my hoes just called some hoes for him
You say you don't pour the lean, f**k it, then it's more for me
f**k bein' thick, where your facecard?
You gon' take a trip to God, tryna take ours
We around these bad b*t*hes, but they ain't ours
Bust a b*t*h down, we gon' take turns
She think she on a vacation, I'm lookin' for the plug
Ran up a ten, now I'm lookin' for a dub
Put on YSL, come here, b*t*h, give me hug
Your n***a ain't got a thousand to give you, he a scrub
Shout out one time to my white b*t*h in Calabasas
I just made a movie with that b*t*h, but she not an actress
I just made a flip with the— but it's not a mattress
She say when I'm gon' stop?
That's a million-dollar question, this a thousand-dollar pot
Hope you duck that taco, 'cause I'm lettin' off shots
Hope that wig on tight, 'cause I'm finna drop the top
Butterfly doors on the Tesla
Butterfly shrimp when I leave out Benihana
I just got a pint from my great-great-grandma
I just got a rose gold Patek full of diamonds
Three-five of zaz in the blunt, where the lighter?
I just jumped deep in that pu**y like a diver
Fell in love with a pretty b*t*h on an island
If she got a fire neck on her, I'ma ice it
(Yeah, ah, b*t*h, I knew it, I knew it)
I knew that this b*t*h wanna f**k, I'm a psychic
I just left to stroll in the hood with my white b*t*h
b*t*h got a whole lot of cake, wanna ice it
I got Wave Runners on, but I ain't runner waves
Beat that lil' pu**y from the back, make her run away
Line wrapped around the corner, n***a gotta wait
Goin' pink Dame mean a hundred thousand eighths
I ain't goin' to a wedding, but I'm blowin' cake
I done smoked all the bud, so I sold 'em shake
I got on two watches and I showed up late
Ridin' 'round the Eastside with some Florida plates
Walked in the club, all the hoes take they phone out
I just got the bag in, and it's sold out
I show up to a n***a block with my loadout
Then take my lil' b*t*h to Bora Bora with her toes out
Butterfly doors on the Tesla
Butterfly shrimp when I leave out Benihana
I just got a pint from my great-great-grandma
I just got a rose gold Patek full of diamonds
Three-five of zaz in the blunt, where the lighter?
I just jumped deep in that pu**y like a diver
Fell in love with a pretty b*t*h on an island
If she got a fire neck on her, I'ma ice it (Yeah)
