| Any kind of fool could see |
| There was something in everything about you |
| (Gravy Train) |
| Baby come back, you can blame it all on me |
| I was wrong, and I just can’t live without you |
| Bitch |
| Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh) |
| Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (Ayy) |
| Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh) |
| Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (Ayy) |
| I went to the store for some chocolate-flavored milk |
| Came home with a thick chocolate colored MILF |
| All she wanted was a little gravy train for Christmas |
| She was purely interested in giving me the business |
| Pretty sure I was like twenty when it happened (Flex) |
| Speakers playing Marvin Gaye, so I started snapping |
| All of a sudden mama had her ass clapping |
| We were in the aisle with the paper and the napkins (Ooh) |
| I was mesmerized by the way that it was shaking |
| Looked down at her cart and all she had was bacon (Oh) |
| Oh shit, I think she want some breakfast |
| But out the corner of my eye I saw my fuckin' dentist |
| Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh) |
| Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (Ayy) |
| Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh) |
| Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing (Ayy) |
| I went to the store for some chocolate-flavored milk |
| Came home with a thick chocolate colored MILF |
| All she wanted was a little gravy train for Christmas |
| She was purely interested in giving me the business |
| Guess it turned out that my dentist was her wife |
| Same dentist I had already piped thrice (Woah) |
| I’m not trying to pull up on your wife, girl, I promise |
| But it’s starting to look a lot like Trapped in the Closet (Oh) |
| I was thinking about that masterpiece by R. Kelly |
| When suddenly my dentist started rubbing on my belly (Oh) |
| Looked down at her cart, she had the biscuits with the jelly |
| That’s the time that Gravy hit a threesome in the deli (Huh) |
| Gravy got racks, and my baby got back |
| (Gang, gang, gang) |
| Serenade your bitch on the sax (Huh) |
| No slack in my mack, y’all better relax |
| At my crib (Ba-da-da-da), scented candles with the dirty sprite |
| R. Kelly playing while I lay that pipe |
| Ba-na-nuh-nuh-nuh |
| Posted with your bitch all night (All night) |
| I pull up with that pipe |
| I might |
| Pull up on your bitch, pull up with them shits |
| I might |
| (Gravy Train) |