Nas, Blxst
Brunch On Sundays

Bottomless bellinis, afternoon sun
Girls twerkin' on the tables they jus' havin’'fun
Leave them girls alone
You the owner, what you on?
Buckets of Dom P, how many you want?
My nigga, he brought his son, got his dad's face
We order crabcakes, table with mad plates
R&B playlist, I'm in Blxst space (Cheers)

That's brunch on Sundays
Bring the hookah to the table she gon' smoke until her lungs ache
That's brunch on Sundays
Postin’ pictures on the 'Gram hashtaggin', "Sunday fun day"

Go in chocolate city
DC girls saditty
Valet park the Wraith, here's a hundred fifty
Fitted match the linen, linen match the tennis
Net worth match the image