Filet Mignon Jim Jones & Scram Jones (Ft. Eric Bellinger & Fabolous)

[Intro]
Scram Jones

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger, Eric Bellinger & Jim Jones]
Filet mignon since we been on
Private flights, I'm never wrong
I wrote this song, now bitch, I’m on
Filet mignon, filet mignon
Took off her thong, I grabbed her pon'
Then moved along, filet mignon
I wrote this song, I'm never wrong
Filet mignon, filet mignon

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
She said she feelin’ like a Ruth Chris night (Oh yeah?)
Had one better, Ruth Chris on a flight (Nice)
Share one charter, two trips for the night (Facts)
I'm a stand up nigga, but my coupe sittin' right (Right), uh
Told her butterfly my filet mignon (Mignon)
She said she had that WAP like it's Evian (Nasty)
You know I ate the box until my plate was gone
Hoppin' out the drop, all my plates was gone (Skrrt)
Shit, I'm drivin' 'round with them paper joints (Joints)
I used to sell that wet just to make a point (You see that?)
I’m still gettin’ illy with that cash spread
The shit I'm tryna read, double-Cs is what her bag said (Oh, you bad, ain’t you?)
She be on Bal Harbour when she at the Regis (Ooh)
I be on the jet tryna speak to Jesus (Come pray for me)
I dropped fifty down in Mazza for a piece, on Jesus
I make a baby with that coke like it's in the fetus