Red Cafe The Menu Lyrics
The Menu by Red Cafe
(Verse)
Young rich nigga made a million off o' swipin'
That's the third mill', first one off ditin'
G Card valet drivin' with suspended licence
And all my dawgs bittin', shout out to Tyson
Oh, Lord, ya got me back on my shit
I can see my ex-bitch now, back on the dick
And all I say is G's up and hoes down
If that bitch can't swim, then she gon' drown
Now wassup
This for my niggas trappin' er'day
We live by one rule, payday er'day
Shooters on deck, picka-poc, er'day
I got my weight up, we can go to war er'day
And I'm a rich blood, by the way
(Raaraa) Made a beef run, hundalay
(Raaraa) Them niggas ain't law
They all got a Christ, but I'm frontin' with the ice
Eat the mice!
(Hook x2)
If you ain't with the family, all y'all on the menu
I'm talkin' day one niggas only, rest of y'all on the menu
(Interlude)
Lord, what is the world comin' to?
These niggas talk gang stuff (wooo wooo)
Till they ruggin' toop
I do a lot er'day
Rip my thing er'day
And I'mma get high with my 4-5 everyday
Lord, Lord, said Lord what is the world comin' to?
(Verse)
Young rich nigga made a million off o' pimpin'
Neva caught slippin', and that's word to Bill Clinton
Servin' off faze, just to burrow with the kings
Condoms in my pocket, lipstick on my rings
Team full o' hustlers, do yo homework
Huggin' Mike Thugs swimmin' Olympics with the worry
On the frontline first. For the drama I'm thirst
Ask yo nae, ain't go bout yo nigga. I'm the worst!
I do this shit fo' real. I be ridin' camels, I do by it fo' real
Live by one motto: 'eat what you kill'
See you niggas inna the door
Y'all ain't fo' real!
I be on news, say it straight, no Ice
Shout out my nigga Ice who livin' that mob life
Word to Frank White
On my no carb shit, but I gotta trap house full o' fuckin' rice
(Hook x2)
If you ain't with the family, all y'all on the menu
I'm talkin' day one niggas only, rest of y'all on the menu
(Interlude)
Lord, what is the world comin' to?
These niggas talk gang stuff (wooo wooo)
Till they ruggin' toop
I do a lot er'day
Rip my thing er'day
And I'mma get high with my 4-5 everyday
Lord, Lord, said Lord what is the world comin' to?
Young rich nigga made a million off o' swipin'
That's the third mill', first one off ditin'
G Card valet drivin' with suspended licence
And all my dawgs bittin', shout out to Tyson
Oh, Lord, ya got me back on my shit
I can see my ex-bitch now, back on the dick
And all I say is G's up and hoes down
If that bitch can't swim, then she gon' drown
Now wassup
This for my niggas trappin' er'day
We live by one rule, payday er'day
Shooters on deck, picka-poc, er'day
I got my weight up, we can go to war er'day
And I'm a rich blood, by the way
(Raaraa) Made a beef run, hundalay
(Raaraa) Them niggas ain't law
They all got a Christ, but I'm frontin' with the ice
Eat the mice!
(Hook x2)
If you ain't with the family, all y'all on the menu
I'm talkin' day one niggas only, rest of y'all on the menu
(Interlude)
Lord, what is the world comin' to?
These niggas talk gang stuff (wooo wooo)
Till they ruggin' toop
I do a lot er'day
Rip my thing er'day
And I'mma get high with my 4-5 everyday
Lord, Lord, said Lord what is the world comin' to?
(Verse)
Young rich nigga made a million off o' pimpin'
Neva caught slippin', and that's word to Bill Clinton
Servin' off faze, just to burrow with the kings
Condoms in my pocket, lipstick on my rings
Team full o' hustlers, do yo homework
Huggin' Mike Thugs swimmin' Olympics with the worry
On the frontline first. For the drama I'm thirst
Ask yo nae, ain't go bout yo nigga. I'm the worst!
I do this shit fo' real. I be ridin' camels, I do by it fo' real
Live by one motto: 'eat what you kill'
See you niggas inna the door
Y'all ain't fo' real!
I be on news, say it straight, no Ice
Shout out my nigga Ice who livin' that mob life
Word to Frank White
On my no carb shit, but I gotta trap house full o' fuckin' rice
(Hook x2)
If you ain't with the family, all y'all on the menu
I'm talkin' day one niggas only, rest of y'all on the menu
(Interlude)
Lord, what is the world comin' to?
These niggas talk gang stuff (wooo wooo)
Till they ruggin' toop
I do a lot er'day
Rip my thing er'day
And I'mma get high with my 4-5 everyday
Lord, Lord, said Lord what is the world comin' to?