Up In My Cocina

Yeah, ice everything, I need a figure skater

Eating five-star meals, tipping waiters

PJ, skip commercial flights, that's no delaying

I had too many guests, my neighbors start complaining

Sun beaming, my chains jingling, I'm chinky (chink)

Bitch so pink, broke hoes freak me

B.Y.O.B., can't backwash in my drinks

Missed it if you blink, smell the purp, she wink

Bad bitches R.S.V.P

Yes, I gotta switch the swag four times a week (four times)

Mamma mia, I didn't even see her

New six-seater, see ya, would not wanna be ya

When I land in the sand, where's my greeter?

Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina

Grab up pan, switch hands, don't just linger

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer

Eating clams, rolling grams

The con man has other plans

Helipad, dizzy by the time I land

Helipad, I'm so done with first class

With a bag and a baddie like Selena

Mamma mia, cash flipping, tortilla

Through the path, to the stash where I post

I go via Sprinter or limousine-a

Get the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave ya

So much dough, we hopped in the pizzeria

It's all good 'cause I'm smoking aloe vera

Next Top Model give me brain like Neutrogena

Don't just tear up, won't scream Ike and Tina

New Pagani, and that bih lime green-a

Through a smoke screen, they don't even see us

Kick my feet up, if they bust down, hold the sleeves up

When we got up out that slump, the grass was greener

Girls cheer leading, when we score, they try to cheat us

Wife-beaters and I'm sippin' Titos

Can't you tell? That she was my niño

New Moschino (check), I'll take that I'm DeeBo (gimme that)

Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm Cee-Lo (yes!)

Pardon my ego (hey), they won't jack my SteeLo (ain't no way!)

Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let's do it)

Say she fuck with the Sremms, she want G-Lo (woah)

Marshawn Lynch, bust a play, I'm in beast mode (beast mode, beast mode)

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame like Mick Jagger (yeah, yeah)

R.I.P Lil Phat, we still counting backwards (faster)

Diamond rings on my finger, I'm a bachelor (I'm a bachelor)

College dropout, got the money, that's my masters (fuck it, ayy)

Mamma mia (hey), tu eres bonita (woo, woo)

Nothing but divas (divas), up in my cocina (yeah, yeah)

Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo)

I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm)

When I land in the sand, where's my greeter?

Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina

Grab up pan, switch hands, don't just linger

Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer

Eating clams, rolling grams

The conman has other plans

Helipad, dizzy by the time I land

Helipad, I'm so done with first class