Eat N' Chill Video (MV)

Cashier, so it's motherf*ckin' cash somewhere near in this place

I love my bitch, all she wanna do is eat and chill
F*ck these niggas, I don't wanna do no link and builds
I ain't rich yet, but I know I'm on a brink for reals
You never came close, so I don't care how you think or feel

I just play within the lines, I ain't paint the field
Can't believe I dropped the song, I made that made to a mil
Still figurin' how to get paid, my name in the will
Pops worked hard, gotta go harder, and left what he did

Me and rapper match made of heaven
Think I tore the first page out my rhyme book at seven
Used to think I'm Lil' Wayne, made cash money off of records
Gotta get it while it's hot, cause they might not offer seconds

I love my bitch, all she wanna do is eat and chill
King Fresh, make my nephew prince, that's how your uncle feel
A king in this shit like Bron, why they debating still?
They thought that I was in my prime, I was just elevating

I told my bitch I'm on the grind, she gotta be patient
Might hit the road for some months, I'm leavin' the state
Five-star hotels, it ain't cheap where I stay
The crib cool, feng shui, I don't shit where I lay

I'm doin' this for me, already did it for the culture
Life a movie, live it up, take a pic and don't post it
Niggas ridin' waves, the only way they havin' motion
Boy, I'm on my own surfboard, Hawaiian Punch

Lost count of the hoes I hit, got him tallied up
He didn't wanna tag the hoe gram, cause I probably f*cked
If I didn't, bro probably did, know the odds is tough
We ain't f*ckin' with no weak bitches and your squad look rough

We ain't f*ckin with broke bitches at least Uber yourself
My bitch always asking me for something but don't need no help
And these jeans I got on tight I don't need a belt

When Future said he codeine crazy, I know how he felt