Grand Master Ralfy Lyrics – Ralfy the Plug

Read the full Grand Master Ralfy lyrics by Ralfy the Plug along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ralfy the Plug’s music, you can also explore In My Trap and Start from the Bottom, two other songs by Ralfy the Plug.

[Chorus]
I’m riding ’round with chopsticks, I’m Mr. Miyagi
Your jewels ain’t dancing, you ain’t get ’em from Rami
Grand master Ralfy got your b!tch in my comments
I’m a hot boy, sweating b!tches like a sauna
I’m riding ’round with chopsticks, I’m Mr. Miyagi
Your jewels ain’t dancing, you ain’t get ’em from Rami
Grand master Ralfy got your b!tch in my comments
I’m a hot boy, sweating b!tches like a sauna

[Verse 1]
You a grown man acting like a b!tch like your mama
N!gga wanted smoke, got him wrapped in a Fanta
Riding ’round town with baby Drac, that’s Adonis
Most of the people claim they hate me ain’t accomplish s*it
When it come to making dollar signs, they ain’t competent
Awful lot of cough syrup in my cup to match my drip
I just pulled the M4 out to match my kicks
You gon’ need to bring the sun down to match my wrist
Told her I ain’t with the games, b!tch, I’m too rich to play
You come with some money, you just might get some d!ck today
I can be booled up with money on any day
Told her I got the juice, if you thirsty, I’m Minute Maid, the Plug

[Chorus]
I’m riding ’round with chopsticks, I’m Mr. Miyagi
Your jewels ain’t dancing, you ain’t get ’em from Rami
Grand master Ralfy got your b!tch in my comments
I’m a hot boy, sweating b!tches like a sauna
I’m riding ’round with chopsticks, I’m Mr. Miyagi
Your jewels ain’t dancing, you ain’t get ’em from Rami
Grand master Ralfy got your b!tch in my comments
I’m a hot boy, sweating b!tches like a sauna

[Verse 2]
I told her it’s time for change, b!tch, do it for Obama
Coofie on with the chopper, shooter looking like Osama

Make music to get money to, nodding n!ggas on flock
She said I’m tryna make some money, okay, let’s do it, I’m Waka Flocka
The game is to be sold, not told, send me a deposit
You got that lil’ man centric, you a smeagle, not a Hobbit
You a rapper and you broke, n!gga should’ve went to college
You mad ’cause you can’t get no money, that’s not my problem
I was fighting the elbow, n!ggas didn’t have a dollar
Nah, I ain’t graduate, but I’m a well-known scholar
Plug on fire, sweating b!tches like a sauna
Before you even start that sentence, better have some commas, the Plug

[Chorus]
I’m riding ’round with chopsticks, I’m Mr. Miyagi
Your jewels ain’t dancing, you ain’t get ’em from Rami
Grand master Ralfy got your b!tch in my comments
I’m a hot boy, sweating b!tches like a sauna
I’m riding ’round with chopsticks, I’m Mr. Miyagi
Your jewels ain’t dancing, you ain’t get ’em from Rami
Grand master Ralfy got your b!tch in my comments
I’m a hot boy, sweating b!tches like a sauna