MR. Bankhead - Chef Mode Lyrics

Its time to bring my apron out about to go in chef mode
Cooking all these diamonds up fat knocks like egg rolls
Your bitch want me to take her out a couple thousands for her wardrobe
All night flight in that pussy then drop her off at your front door
Yea yea im dripping like water im making my money im f*cking your bitch
Yea yea pull up to the club like a star in the movie we making it lit
Yea yea real niggas around me they cooking that dope and they selling them bricks
Yea yea haters gone hate me flights on the daily im use of this

Money call im on high pursuit hit the dash with out a roof
Big house look like a zoo pull of the lot with something new
Dominican hoes man I got few electrify like Pikachu
Help me keep them legs up I love it when you give your head up

Which your nigga you fed up bank account is omega
Play with your mind like saga bye Felicia I craig her
Neck water jump in the game like vice carter
My bitch got hoes keep them all in order powered up like a f*cking charger money getting taller yea yea

They say misery love company that's why I got your girl on side of me
Giving head behind tent at high speed money up to the ceiling I only f*ck with my niggas

Cooking all these diamonds up fat knocks like egg rolls
Your bitch want me to take her out a couple thousands for her wardrobe
All night flight in that pussy then drop her off at your front door
Yea yea im dripping like water im making my money im f*cking your bitch
Yea yea pull up to the club like a star in the movie we making it lit
Yea yea real niggas around me they cooking that dope and they selling them bricks
Yea yea haters gone hate me flights on the daily im use of this

I grew hard up in these trenches real niggas turn into bitches
Cop solve cases from these snitches got to take them out they glitches
I never got no help from no bitch or no nigga
Cant nobody tell me different side arm just incase a nigga tripping

I came from a long way now look how im living
A couple cars with a big garage man im all about my business
Put my chain on when I wake up because it remind me of myself
I never change kept it one hundred that's a promise that I kept

They say misery love company that's why I got your girl on side of me
Giving head behind tent at high speed money up to the ceiling I only f*ck with my niggas

Cooking all these diamonds up fat knocks like egg rolls
Your bitch want me to take her out a couple thousands for her wardrobe
All night flight in that pussy then drop her off at your front door
Yea yea im dripping like water im making my money im f*cking your bitch
Yea yea pull up to the club like a star in the movie we making it lit
Yea yea real niggas around me they cooking that dope and they selling them bricks
Yea yea haters gone hate me flights on the daily im use of this