Flour by Tha Franchize Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Get what you want
Get what you want
TRG, TRG, TRG
[Chorus]
Kraft, Mr. Noodles, and Michelina's
Now it's shrimp, steak, and lobster, the pressure made us (Swear it made us)
'Member keeping hundreds, pray for better days
We was young and all broke, swear was better days (Yeah)
'Member cutting OT, I was making excuses
I'm cotch at the dawg's, was really getting to it (Yeah)
They say they love you, but they'll leave you in seconds
Trust everybody, in a ditch or depression (Facts)
[Verse]
I was blind, I learned my lesson
Came with time, I cut all the stressing (Cut all the stressing)
I ain't one to cut the work, they gon' fall back for the seconds
I be up powing down all my extras (Run it up)
Shorty pop 'em like they Mentos (Mentos)
I be riding dirty, rock and roll
Doing roads, heavy metal
Every day, it be a hit or miss, money never coming out, only in (Yeah)
Ask father God for forgiveness, since a lil' kid, surrounded by sin
Fish scale, this ain't no lil' boat
Good through the drought, don't go through no slump (Nah)
Get two-threes, knock the price on the zone
Only two seat, just be me and ho
They-they try to throw dirt on my name, it doesn't work
'Cause they product ain't be loud enough (Doesn't work)
I remember I was getting no calls, now my phone go Geronimo (It jump)
My program running like a beep test
He can't run from the beam, he a goner
I be up in the morning, Alonzo
Post up on the block, Biz' Biyombo (Yeah)
You ain't getting to it how you talking to me
Who you be better than? (Who you be better than?)
Your phone not booming, why you pillow talking?
The same niggas, they be pocket watching (Waste)
You ain't want this rocket bang, this shit'll launch ya (Bah)
When you got a bag, do what you want to (Yeah)
You ain't ten toes, I want nothin' from ya (Nothin' from ya)
You're not comin' C.O.D., got nothin' for ya (Nothin' for ya)
Diss the gang, somethin' coming for ya (Brrah)
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
Kraft, Mr. Noodles, and Michelina's
Now it's shrimp, steak, and lobster, the pressure made us
'Member keeping hundreds, pray for better days
We was young and all broke, swear was better days
They say they love you, but they'll leave you in seconds
Trust everybody, in a ditch or depression (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Get what you want
Get what you want
TRG, TRG, TRG
[Chorus]
Kraft, Mr. Noodles, and Michelina's
Now it's shrimp, steak, and lobster, the pressure made us (Swear it made us)
'Member keeping hundreds, pray for better days
We was young and all broke, swear was better days (Yeah)
'Member cutting OT, I was making excuses
I'm cotch at the dawg's, was really getting to it (Yeah)
They say they love you, but they'll leave you in seconds
Trust everybody, in a ditch or depression (Facts)
[Verse]
I was blind, I learned my lesson
Came with time, I cut all the stressing (Cut all the stressing)
I ain't one to cut the work, they gon' fall back for the seconds
I be up powing down all my extras (Run it up)
Shorty pop 'em like they Mentos (Mentos)
I be riding dirty, rock and roll
Doing roads, heavy metal
Every day, it be a hit or miss, money never coming out, only in (Yeah)
Ask father God for forgiveness, since a lil' kid, surrounded by sin
Fish scale, this ain't no lil' boat
Good through the drought, don't go through no slump (Nah)
Get two-threes, knock the price on the zone
Only two seat, just be me and ho
They-they try to throw dirt on my name, it doesn't work
'Cause they product ain't be loud enough (Doesn't work)
I remember I was getting no calls, now my phone go Geronimo (It jump)
My program running like a beep test
He can't run from the beam, he a goner
I be up in the morning, Alonzo
Post up on the block, Biz' Biyombo (Yeah)
You ain't getting to it how you talking to me
Who you be better than? (Who you be better than?)
Your phone not booming, why you pillow talking?
The same niggas, they be pocket watching (Waste)
You ain't want this rocket bang, this shit'll launch ya (Bah)
When you got a bag, do what you want to (Yeah)
You ain't ten toes, I want nothin' from ya (Nothin' from ya)
You're not comin' C.O.D., got nothin' for ya (Nothin' for ya)
Diss the gang, somethin' coming for ya (Brrah)
Ayy, yeah
[Chorus]
Kraft, Mr. Noodles, and Michelina's
Now it's shrimp, steak, and lobster, the pressure made us
'Member keeping hundreds, pray for better days
We was young and all broke, swear was better days
They say they love you, but they'll leave you in seconds
Trust everybody, in a ditch or depression (Yeah)