In the Kitchen
Testing Testing
A lot of work going on in the kitchen
Big shot... imma big shot
You know a real nigga always stand by what he say
Lot of work going on in the kitchen
Bunch of dirty dishes
And my neighbors still bitching
This the life I chose
No I can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
Lot of work going on in the kitchen
Bunch of dirty dishes
And my neighbors still bitching
This the life I chose, No I can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
Aye who cool as me
You ain't fooling me
Cold as 3 degrees
You can't fuck with me
Still the same nigga
Got my vans on
Keep my gas strong
Keep my money long
I get big bucks
I like big butts
I give no fucks
I'm in no rush
Don't get mad at me
Don't get mad at me
Ain't no finna be
I need it right now
Oh you smacked down
Baby bite down
This a Tesla
Let me Test ya
We be trapping hard
Trying get the cash
You be trapping slow
That's why ya money last
I count cash and laugh
Off these flour bags
I ain't gotta brag
I ain't gotta brag
If it's 2 something, hold up let me get it now
I be really strapped up searching for the pounds
Lot of work going on in the kitchen
Bunch of dirty dishes
And my neighbors still bitching
This the life I chose, No I can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
Lot of work going on in the kitchen
Bunch of dirty dishes
And my neighbors still bitching
This the life I chose, No I can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
A lot of work going on in the kitchen
Big shot... imma big shot
You know a real nigga always stand by what he say
Lot of work going on in the kitchen
Bunch of dirty dishes
And my neighbors still bitching
This the life I chose
No I can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
Lot of work going on in the kitchen
Bunch of dirty dishes
And my neighbors still bitching
This the life I chose, No I can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
Aye who cool as me
You ain't fooling me
Cold as 3 degrees
You can't fuck with me
Still the same nigga
Got my vans on
Keep my gas strong
Keep my money long
I get big bucks
I like big butts
I give no fucks
I'm in no rush
Don't get mad at me
Don't get mad at me
Ain't no finna be
I need it right now
Oh you smacked down
Baby bite down
This a Tesla
Let me Test ya
We be trapping hard
Trying get the cash
You be trapping slow
That's why ya money last
I count cash and laugh
Off these flour bags
I ain't gotta brag
I ain't gotta brag
If it's 2 something, hold up let me get it now
I be really strapped up searching for the pounds
Lot of work going on in the kitchen
Bunch of dirty dishes
And my neighbors still bitching
This the life I chose, No I can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
Lot of work going on in the kitchen
Bunch of dirty dishes
And my neighbors still bitching
This the life I chose, No I can't go back
All I know is roll up pack
Count a hunnid by the stack
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Writer(s): Joel Kellem
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