Lyrics
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{Hook}x2
I’m cookin they callin me chef.
A whole lot of chains on my neck.
I don’t want your bitch for the sex.
I bet you give me my respect.
New bitch step out the foreign.
Spotlight on shawty she gorgeous.
She fucking for clout BUT she boring.
Securin that bag for the Porsche.
{Verse}
Getting paper, my coupe be the latest.
Had to wait on my turn I was patient.
Spending money on clothing & fragrances.
I can’t fuck wit lil shawty she basic.
built a brand off a dream an a dollar.
Always hated on the boi, ima scholar.
Got some money, we stuffin our pockets.
I’m ridin around wit a rocket.
Securing that bag for the cheddar,
I went from ridin a jetta,
I done focused and got me some pressure,
You need to do a little better,
None of my niggas they fuck with you.
Ambience in my basement it’s comfortable.
All this clout got me feelin untouchable.
These bitches ain’t nothin but fuckable.
She still my lil baby she cufable.
Fuck wit my product we touching you.
Imma catch me a play then we coming thru.
Aint concerned bout that money we running through. Yauh!
Bitch why you stalking me,
I know that none of these niggas can rock wit me,
I just might fuck up a check on sum property,
Getting that paper been part of the policy,
pull on her hips and she throwin it properly,
I was just down on my luck out in poverty,
Now I done caught me play like the lottery,
In yo motherfuckin hood with a lot of comradery.
We just be buying these houses monopoly,
I done came up and took off like a robbery.
Way to young to believe in monogamy.
Bitch ima boss I became a commodity.
I fuck up a check I just bought me some dishes,
Lil mama bad I just might take her fishing,
These niggas be hatin these niggas don’t listen,
Up late on the web I just caught me some digits,
Flew to new york, had to catch me a play,
I just came home with a whole lotta weight,
It feel like my birthday, imma getting this cake,
it’s gotta be sealed when it ship in the crate,
I’m killing these niggas, can’t nobody stop me,
Checking these niggas like we in a lobby,
I swear I be drippin my diamonds be choppy,
I might wear a turban to feel like a saudi,
That bag in the back of the trunk is for papi,
She just want touch on my motherfuckin body,
All this dirt on my name why they callin me cocky,
I’m feeling like flexing might rent me a rari, Yauh!
Yuah Yuah
{Hook}x2
I’m cookin they callin me chef.
A whole lot of chains on my neck.
I don’t want your bitch for the sex.
I bet you give me my respect.
New bitch step out the foreign.
spotlight on shawty she gorgeous.
She fucking for clout BUT she boring.
Securin that bag for the Porsche.
