Lyrics Bottomless Mimosas - Jay Bel

Pot and the pan
All my niggas cook like we got it in hand
Following the plan we don't follow the man
Following the cash we don't follow the grams
And she swallow it, damn
Shorty light up top but the bottom is damn
I been peeped this shit, gotta check like I got an advance
I need me mo' suh like it's bottomless damn
We fornicating but she probably ain't staying
Sitting in that cut so chill
Riding with the cash in the safe
I tell her come where niggas prolly twist up they face
Twisting up they fingers like I twist up that haze
Twisted think you famous putting kids in they place
Leave yo bitch with the missing him face
Knock her screws and I'm knocking the juice loose
My niggas 'badaboom' if you tripping today
I'm on my job like 247
Still getting high smoking two toned lettuce
That's on my life no disguise
Man these dudes all jealous to no surprise
Hit my smoke you think you gone heaven
The new Don, legend.
Don't ever let em tell you won second there's no such thing
You think you wavy y'all don't float, y'all sink
I got the type of flow to flood y'all sinks
I guess I'm nuance heavy
I got a pack on me that's two aunts heavy
That Hudson Valley got established
Now the groove on ready
Dropped a couple flip tapes nigga do all deadly
Tryna have my bitch thick, mom's cozy and my crew on healthy
Rocking jewels copping poupon daily, look
You gone fear me then do it you got good reason
Going hard on every boogie like it's hoodie season
Tired of claiming I'm rookie dawg I'm fully seasoned
Get to cooking, Flatbush, Brooklyn all our hoods decreasing
Weed so loud they looking for the precinct
Dawg Im bout start mushing people