Lyrics Pulp - King Tee

This the juice, this the squeeze
This the pulp, this the stream
This the dinner for you rats
I serve a platter full of cheese

This the money, this the car
This the luxury I ball
This them money conversations
Pick the phone up, got no call

This not a joke, this is for real
Calling up ADIDAS, I got a deal
Gimme a week, and I′ll make a mill
Cook up in the kitchen, grits for a meal

Grits for a meal, I am the meal
Body on meh, but my bars are for real
Call me The King cause I find that ideal
I'm whipping it fast in my automobile

But that is unfortunate, spinning the wheel
Just pray to God that Jesus take the wheel
I ain′t granting no wishes, I'm not blue like Will
Bitches my sons, but they not in my will

Bitches want beef, but I'm ordering veal
Bitches ain′t happy, they ordered the meal
My life is a highlight, so replay the reel
Life filled with Love, I′m Loni, The Real

I'm making moves, I′m signing deals
Not soft or micro, not gating that Bill
Her body a bargain, now that is a steal
I'm not David but I might cop-a-feel

With money I ball, call me Lucille
Curly haired, pink, might make her squeal
I stay consistent, like I′m in sync
But I'm bringing sexy back, Mrs. J Biel

This the juice, this the squeeze
This the pulp, this the stream
This the dinner for you rats
I serve a platter full of cheese

This the money, this the car
This the luxury I ball
This them money conversations
Pick the phone up, got no call

I got some money but I never had it
I gave my pitch, but I never batted
Not Falling in Line, balling like Madden
I′m popping these puppets, start up in Manhattan

This spot is reserved
Go try and take it and you'll get fined
Now they wanna pull out
Cause they know they card declined

I am the tea, no I am Tee
Want me to come, pay me the fee
I stay in drive, no cruise, Penelope
Wake up on me bitches like I dropped the Z

Hunnid on the wrist, more like 450
Big poppa, big tee, bad boy like Diddy
We know you didn't fuck her, didn′t even grab a titty, oh
Thinking that you′re better, nah nah hassadiddy

Looking a lemon, we know that you're bitter
Fingers on trigger, more like a typing Twitter
Salty like Peppa, you the runt of the litter
Boy you my son, I ain′t even get a sitter

Get off my tip bro, I ain't it bro
Want the fit tho, it don′t fit tho
How bout you tell em' how much I made you
Plead the fifth tho

This the juice, this the squeeze
This the pulp, this the stream
This the dinner for you rats
I serve a platter full of cheese

This the money, this the car
This the luxury I ball
This them money conversations
Pick the phone up, got no call

I know motherfuckers think they mad shit
I know you the Staffy, I′m the Mastiff
(Um sir, call for Tee)

Multiple minuses
Call me your highness-es
Divide the unity
This game ain't new to me

Almost a decade, and
King is still kicking it
I'm Sagi-the-tarius
So I ain′t tearing this

I′m adding it up, I heard you inquired this
Say that we're equal, but I hear the biases
They itching to be me, like they got Psoriasis
I′m clearing out bitches, like they be my sinuses

These bitches I carry, I know how Mariah is
They could be ill, I'm COVID to viruses
I like her arch, she part of the diocese
I′m friend to God, name Jedediah is

I could point you to the exit, yeah you need to go
Got you begging to the bakeries, you need the dough
What I do in stu, that's a need to know
And where I make my bread, that′s a kneed to dough

This the juice, this the squeeze
This the pulp, this the stream
This the dinner for you rats
I serve a platter full of cheese

This the money, this the car
This the luxury I ball
This them money conversations
Pick the phone up, got no call

This the pulp, the squeeze
This the pulp, the stream (Let's go)