Lyrics You Know - Young

Palace, what you cookin'?
Yo (yo)

You know that I'm ready to kill for you
Whip up that meal for you
Let the champagne spill for you
Splash on any bill for you
Ride to the end of any deal with you
Play fight on the bed then chill with you
Let you lick on my earlobe while I'm feelin' you
And help you, but that's 'til I make sure the bros straight

See, I really don't mean to get your hopes up
But there was a way, I had to grow up
Making sure all my niggas all know trust
And providing that warmth for the cold stuff
It's fuck blood 'cause ours never shown up
So we swallowed that pain, pushed that doe up
'Til it's hurling out my pockets like throw up
Irony, if I didn't know money, I wouldn't know love

Huh, you get it?
So, bitch, you should be impressed
The way that a young boy invested
To never let my niggas see less
And put 'em on their feet before I give you a neck kiss
Gotta make sure that the gang over blessed
Talking better than a psychic projected
'Cause on God, man, I really can't stress
How all our plans linked up more than my necklace
See, my hearts tied like a shoelace

To the streets, where I'm evolving a new race
Aw, baby, don't give me that screw face
You know I wanna squeeze that ass like I ran outta toothpaste
Still wrapped around my brain like a duvet
So we're gonna do it big like juicy
World ugly but you see my true face
So I'm gonna need to hear more than a true say

You know that I'm ready to kill for you
Whip up that meal for you
Let the champagne spill for you (anytime)
Splash on any bill for you
Ride to the end of any deal with you
Play fight on the bed then chill with you
Let you lick on my earlobe while I'm feelin' you
And help you, but that's 'til I make sure the bros straight

But Young, I still don't get it though