$acks - Chicken Dinner Pt. 2 Lyrics

Man Dylan
I told you
Aint want to do this
But f*ck it
Hahahaha
That's Young Dill
Cooking up

Start this shit off,
I ain't painting no picture
She said that she want it,
I said I can't hit her
All of that talkin',
I'm not with the chitter
She wanna Snapchat picture
I told her, wait, hold on,
You a go digger
She wanna Snapchat picture
She wanted my cash
And she want me to lick her

I am no clown boy,
You know I'm a spinner
I love the money,
Chicken dinner
She spin on my dick
Like a fidget spinner
I run through the cash,
I feel like a printer
You know I can't lose,
And You know I'm a winner
All of that money
Get thinner And thinner
All of that talkin',
You can't be a winner

Figure it out,
I been by my lone
I am the king,
You feel off the throne
You playin' that man,
I been in the zone
Don't hit up my beeper,
Don't hitting my phone
I gave you some money,
You takin' a loan
I'm beatin' that pussy,
She screamin', she moan
He copy and pastin',
He know he a clone
I'm all in the air
And I feel like a drone
I'm stickin' that pussy,
She lickin' the cone
He actin' real tough, boy,
I know you ain't grown
I'm facin' Za
And I smoke by my lone

Wait hold hold
We gotta give
Them HALFTIME
RIGHT HERE
WHY HAHAHAHA

They know they ain't ready,
I tell them, get ready
I'm all in your dreams
And I feel like I'm Freddy
I'm off of this drink,
I ain't feelin' too steady
Now give me the ball,
Cause I shoot,
Cause I'm Jetty
I'm all at the top
And I know you ain't ready
DON'T TELL NOBODY
What I did in that Chevy
I had to get ready,
These niggas, they petty
I told her, don't do it,
I know that she jetty

Start this shit off,
I ain't painting no picture
She said that she want it,
I said I can't hit her
All of that talkin',
I'm not with the chitter
She wanna Snapchat picture
I told her, wait, hold on,
You a go digger
She wanna Snapchat picture
She wanted my cash
And she want me to lick her
I am no clown boy,
You know I'm a spinner

I love the money,
Chicken dinner
I love the money,
Chicken dinner
She spin on my dick
Like a fidget spinner
I run through the cash,
I feel like a printer

I love the money,
Chicken dinner
I love the money,
Chicken dinner
She spin on my dick
Like a fidget spinner
I run through the cash,
I feel like a printer
Cash
Man Dylan
We did it anyway
Hahaha
You know
Yeah
Huh
Yeah