The Chef
[Verse 1]
Hoes get mad cuz after sex I ain't thinking bout caking
Bitches trippin more than white girls running from Jason
I gotta hit her 10 times if she think she a dime
Let me pound like the button right under the number 9
Doing tricks when I grind, you would think I was a skater
Yo bank account look like I can call the operator
Girls can never play they role, man I can't stand a choosing bitch
Put something hot on his ass, ill brand a nigga quick
Sometimes life is real intricate, LiveRAW the syndicate
I make dummies talk, call me L-O the Ventriloquist
She wanna suck me up, then she wanna suck my brother
Her jaws strong, she can probably drink peanut butter
No wonder why these bitches always stirring up drama
Cuz they fuck the first night, then they wanna meet yo mama
I'm Santa Clause to hoes acting naughty
One button get my whole team connected like a walkie talkie
[Hook]
Million dollar missions, I ain't worried bout these bitches
I stay cooking up a classic, L-O stay up in the kitchen
Whip a banger out the pot, watch the whole city listen
I can feel the money coming in because my palms is itching
Million dollar missions, I ain't worried bout these bitches
I stay cooking up a classic, L-O stay up in the kitchen
Whip a banger out the pot, watch the whole city listen
I can feel the money coming in because my palms is itching
[Verse 2]
Money counter money on the way u to nigga
Put me in the stu, my nigga I become a killa
That's yo bitch, well you know i'm bouta steal her
Detroit city, rest in peace J Dilla
Hanging down on that block bro, couple karats on my earlobe
She in love with the rock, so I hit her with the people's elbow
Pull strings like Jimi Hendrix, you are in my kitchen
You are the apprentice
I stay flossing, i'm a pro dentist, he got O's dog
But he not a menace
I'm a classic cooker, ill fuck your sister, get her high off this kush filled rello
I be in the studio, now they call me chef boyar-Detroit L-O
Boy don't get me wrong, I been struggling too long
I told Pepp that i'm about to go ape shit like Donkey Kong
Bitch
All we need is some loud pack and some 18 for these bad hoes
Naw a nigga ain't off the shrooms, but they calling us the super smash bros
Shout out all the niggas who be saying they be smoking heavy, rolling small joints
Whip out money, I ain't talking writing pens when I tell you this the ballpoint
Ain't a nigga I can lose to, everything I say is too true
Disappeared on me, now you tryna jump back in the picture like Blues Clues
[Hook]
Million dollar missions, I ain't worried bout these bitches
I stay cooking up a classic, L-O stay up in the kitchen
Whip a banger out the pot, watch the whole city listen
I can feel the money coming in because my palms is itching
Million dollar missions, I ain't worried bout these bitches
I stay cooking up a classic, L-O stay up in the kitchen
Whip a banger out the pot, watch the whole city listen
I can feel the money coming in because my palms is itching
