Letras
(Chorus)
Don’t remind me of a time I never had sh*t
Catch me whippin’ the foreign would never crash it
Had some burdens in the way but know I passed it
Tryna make a couple figures from passion
Way too much up on my mind, had to stick with intuition
Always focused on the grind, always focused on the mission
Trust me I ain’t wastin’ time, gotta make ‘em split decisions
‘Bout this money on the line, I’ma cook up like kitchen
(Verse)
Cook up like a kitchen, this sh*t is finger lickin’
Pour a deuce up in a Fanta, your shorty she wanna sip it
Yeah she know I’m tryna hit it, I’m a flirt I must admit it
Way too broke and now I’m winnin’, she beg me to put the tip in
Tryna get fast bucks, Uppin’ the standards
Why is you mad bruh, way too much cash bruh
Spinnin’ this cash it’s on a wheel, up in the booth there’s flows to kill
Talkin’ but they don’t know for real, don’t know for real-don’t know for real
That’s a nice… come back it up, livin’ right ain’t fast enough
Look in her eyes she tryna (what?) look at my wrist it’s kinda bust
Came up from section eight, pray for them better days
Livin’ like anime, said I’m her fantasy
Up in the pool, feelin’ too cool, changin’ the rules
None of it new, eat good food, what you wanna do
You try to make it right, them n*gga’s go left
Cook good food, up in the stu’ feelin’ like chef
(Chorus)
Don’t remind me of a time I never had sh*t
Catch me whippin’ the foreign would never crash it
Had some burdens in the way but know I passed it
Tryna make a couple figures from passion
Way too much up on my mind, had to stick with intuition
Always focused on the grind, always focused on the mission
Trust me I ain’t wastin’ time, gotta make ‘em split decisions
‘Bout this money on the line, I’ma cook up like kitchen