[Intro: Knox Hill & Grizzy Hendrix]
Ahem
Welcome to McDonald's
I'm lovin' it
Can I take your order, please?
Thank you, sir
Have a fantastic day
Skeet, skeet, shoo-bee-doo-wop
Ayy, you have to pull your car up to the front
It's Burger King
This ain't no McDonald's "I'm lovin' it" shit
It's that "Have it your way" shit
Yeah, come on, skrrt
[Verse 1: Knox Hill]
Hello, Mr. Hill
How you doin', how you feel? Are you happy, need a meal?
'Cause when you hit that first mil', you can buy your own starship
We know you got drive, pull through at the arches
Yeah, I'm talkin' golden, never cold, ain't like my fries on the side
Where's my cola? Check the order
Supersize on my vibe, turn the corner, wherе's my order?
Fuck it, mozzarella sticks, tomato sauce on thе mix
Headphones got the drip, ooh (Nice)
Double cheese on that burger, and she said her name was Patty
She just tripped a fair way, but I know she's kinda catty
So for now, take my order, put the rest on the tray
Here's my number if you want it, quarter pounder, we can wait, ooh
I like my milkshake thick, no carrot, get the stick
No salad, but I undress your service with a smile, and tonight, it's my pleasure
Can I get it supersized?
Shawty thick, get them fries
We can pick the side on the side
Just slide, double D milkshakes on the vibe
'Bout to get it just right
Can I hit it if I quit it one night?
Like it hot, cook that food right
It's all love, but welcome to the food fight
[Verse 2: Grizzy Hendrix & Knox Hill]
Bitch, you lookin' at a king, kneel down and kiss the ring
Tryna box with me, have better food in the bing
Bitches come to my place just to have it they way
With that big booty bouncin', wavin' 'round in my face
Thicker than a shake, look at how shawty shake
Tryna shoot my shot like my name Tory Lanez
And it's no MMG, I ain't talkin' Gunplay
I can't be defeated, I put that on main
Damn, you gon' have to pump your brakes
Pull up at the drive-thru, and slide [?]
You can get to me but this is not Disney or [?]
You can dig a grave, we got better entrèes
We got strippers comin' to us like every single day
Used to call her "WAP" because that was her nickname
Wet ass pussy, that shit was just like a lake
Mesmerized by them supersized thighs, no fries
High five, up high, I'm about to scoop a dive
Oh God, oh my, [?], no lie
Her shit quench my thirst like a soft drink
Can I hit it in' the mornin' like my name Jermaine?
Foreplay all day, even on a Sunday
But wait, you are not dealin' with a junior
Damon Wayans, I'ma holla at ya real sooner (Uh, oh)
NY, eastside, uptown, [?] (Oh, uh, ready, look)
[Verse 3: Knox Hill]
I don't wanna fight, you the king, I'm the G.O.A.T. (True)
I been high a long time, out in Cali where I rose
Started small, kept it simple, now I'm known around the globe
Now the people come to me for the classics that they know, woah
And this is all I know
Would you like that to go?
Extra dick on the side if you a ho
[?] piece, ten-piece, got my nuggets up, woah
That might be true, but the truth is you copy
I'm a MAC in this booth, you get cheese, but you're sloppy
Said he sleepin' on you, better brew, better coffee
You want beef? I heat it better, fans flip while you flopping
[Verse 4: Grizzy Hendrix]
Knox, I think this girl must wanna die
She be playin' both sides, I can see it in her eyes
She be with you in the day, but see me at nighttime
For that late night dinnertime when she need a bite
But fuck that, I ain't nobody's side guy
I'm a smart guy, TJ, so bye bye
