CMF Daniel - Ketchup & Mustard (feat. Ca$h) Lyrics

I stay fresh as f*ck, the fit designer I step out the hoes watchin
He got a Glock but he a minor, He say he rich, I know he lyin
I ran it up, I'm still grindin' So I guess it's perfect timing
And I know he rock fake diamonds All this ice, it changed the climate

All my bitches be the finest We just f*ck, don't go on dates
She ask me what I want for dinner Baby, I just want your face
I won't stop, I ain't got no breaks They won't never see my plates
Bitch, I only bank with Chase So don't ask me what I make

Ain't gotta ask me if I'm straight My pocket stay filled with some paper
It's money on the floor, I'm on the way And I ain't comin' late
She get to askin' for some money Tell her no, she gotta wait
It's nothin' else for me to do So I'ma drop a fit today

The Bentley so motherf*ckin' big Can't park inside the driveway
I ran this shit up like it's nothin' You be ballin' on the budget
My niggas shoot with no discussion Play catch up, I get the mustard
He sip drink and his cup muddy It's expensive, so don't touch it
But I had to slow it down Like I did a turnaround

I was six when I turned savage That's why I said I'm my chain
I'm the boss of CMF Bitch come in here and kiss my ring
Yesterday we played the box The other day was Johnny Dane

Glocky soundin' like a chopper Pull the trigger, Ba-Da-Bang
When you caught up in that room Bitch, you better not say my name
You better stay up on my way Cause I put choppers to your face
I'm havin' withdrawals from that lean Can't leave the house without my drank

We just f*ckin' at the moment Why you tryna be my bae
All my opps ain't been on shit Cause I know where they mamas stay
Bitch, I know where you lay your head Put that Glocky in this window
Spray that bitch all in his bed You don't see me on my block

Cause I been duckin' from the feds I kill shit when I be sober
I don't need to pop a med I told my bitch I was a reaper
Close my eyes and I see red Dead faces in my dreams
Got me clutchin' in the bed I know I'm paranoid and I'm scared now

Demons in my head now, I got bitches on my dick
Ever since I grew my dreads out
You got some paper and whip a band out
These bitches be so fanned out And niggas wanna hand out
Im the opposite, I stand out These niggas call me weird

Cause I do shit that make me bands now Look at my bitch, she's banded up
On lean, I'm barely standin' up You said that that's a bitch
Well, I'm a pimp, I get my mans to f*ck He tried to run off with it
Like the flash, but he wasn't fast enough This fit cost ten, bitch, come and add it up

It's a camera when I'm baggin' up It's cameras when we bag it up
Hit the mansion, then we add it up