PINEAPPLE FRIED RICE Songtext
von Joey Valence & Brae

′Cause I'm nice with it
Pineapple fried rice with it, uh
′Cause I'm nice with it
Pineapple fried rice with it


I'ma go get what I want ′cause I need it
JVB is the GOAT and I mean it
If I see a DM, I delete it
Got a lot of tan, got you lookin′ like a Cheez-It
Uh, yeah, hop off my C-stick
Work hard, no, I'm never gonna cool down
Top ten, what the critics gon′ do now?
Get your goofy ass back to Toontown
I got big soles and big rolls and big goals
I eat out of a big bowl
What? I thought you used to hate me
Album just dropped and now you wanna date me
Just wait 'til the next one
Y′all thought this was gonna be the best one?
Too steezy, nah, you kiddin' me?
JVB, ′No Hands' to infinity

'Cause I′m nice with it
Pineapple fried rice with it, uh
′Cause I'm nice with it
Pineapple fried rice with it


I′ma do me and you do you
Beat so cold I'ma catch the flu
Menace with the moves, hit you with the one-two
Off the top rope with the Ric Flair Woo
Run it up, count it up, stack it up, yup
I don′t mean money, I mean Stack Cup
I'm a pro with the games, better stay in your lane
Make you disappear like I′m David Blaine
Tech-deck pro and I'm master showman
One day, I'ma have dinner with Conan
Then, I′ll go on a date with SZA
Lay down my boombada rizz-uh
Been smooth, smooth like velvet
Dance moves, moves on Elvis
Hip groove, sassy pelvis
Stanky leg, I know you smell dis

′Cause I'm nice with it
Pineapple fried rice with it, uh
′Cause I'm nice with it
Pineapple fried rice with it

I′ma do me and you do you
I'ma do me and you do you

Offer′s on the table
Pissed off every label
D.I.Y, why? 'Cause I'm really able
And girlies wanna smash on my C-stick?
Ghosts ′n′ Stuff, maybe take a hint
Yeah, you just a hack to me
Make one hit track then get back to me
So much bread in my pocket
You'd think I just robbed a fuckin′ Cheesecake Factory

I wasn't taught I just happened to be a pro
Always been about it, y′all just didn't know
Call me Bill Nye, yeah, the way I run the numbers up
No label, me and JV we make the cuts
My ex texted, asked how I was doing
I didn′t reply 'cause I was busy movin'
LA to London to Paris, I′m flying
I′m doing really well, actually, I'm thrivin′

Bitch
You ain't got what we got