Текст песни More Butter (feat. RLX) - rlx , CRIMEAPPLE

What's next? Gimme something else
What can't you do? I can do it
Aye, aye, aye
I can do anything
Aye, papa
Qué peligro
Look

This the sauce they been tryna sop up
I steal the show at the potluck
What you touch is not much
We got bucks out in Scottsbluff
Hopped up, clean
You never seen my nails looking funny
You never seen my nails looking dirty)
I play the mezzanine with a Filipina
Tail like a bunny

Money falling through the sunroof
If you a goof, I'm annoying you (Oh, you mad, huh?)
This clairvoyance, you get boisterous
Then my homie embroider you

Oil changes cost a hundred something
You know I'ma flood it (You know I'ma flood this shit)
I be in Tampa at the Publix with the Fanta with mud in it (Hello)
Rock the oven mitts, he cooking
Come and get you a dozen
Your bitch disgusting
Rock a waist trainer, look like a muffin
I'm blunted, cuddling a dime, bumping 21 Savage
Been pulling bad bitches since I was
Pulling honey buns out the plastic

In the past tense
Now I only ride the whip with the glass tints
Or the Jurassic Park truck
Leave your bitches starstruck, what?
Aw shucks
We been getting to this butter, baby
More cheddar, more bread, more money, baby
Might go and have a kid, then have another baby
Spend your life with me, you gon' love it, baby

Manteca like the army, not a fucking navy

What?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What?

What I'm spraying on me got me smelling crazy
You tryna play me like the game gon' save and that isn't wavy
I was blazing under shade, up faded to start the day

Yeah, I had to struggle, baby
So I could understand this hustle
Run this shit up and double it
Disable my governor
Got it because I wanted it, it's plain

No, I can't trust 'em lately

Speeding in my lane
Keep your eyes on your plate
I had to separate from snakes that fuck up the Feng Shui
Out the way

It's like butter, baby
Give a fuck if you love or hate me
Fill the duffel with paper like we training and lifting weights
Getting blunted and faded out of state
It's not all sun and daisies
Shit get ugly and dangerous
Stay patient and made a painting right in front of your faces
Getting paid for what I'm saying, feeling great

You gotta love it, baby
From your skin to your lace
It could all get replaced
'Cause my time isn't to waste
And I'm not here to debate, it's clear to see