Yah let me get on that stuffed chicken bitch Let me get on that loaded mashed potato too, extra butter I the Ruth Chris My dick gonna fuck around in Ruth Chris I just fucked a model bitch, right in her Giuseppe Still got that, you can smell it Used to make a killin' now I'm trappin' at the telly She asked me how I want her puss, I told her on her belly I just read a text message, because she suck it Please tell your shooters before you send 'em bitch, I'm bucking You can catch me sliding through the loo just like a Nelly The thunder in my glock got me feelin' Machiavelli Got me on my memphis shit, naw bitch I'm heavy Had to stop fucking with that little bitch she was petty All these god damn want money, just like perfect credit Tell I'm gonna knock out his Bugatti Had to hide a crime on the Ruth Chris Feelin' all that ass all in the Ruth Chris