"Chef's Kiss" lyrics

This the chief's kiss
Serving up my best dish
Reaching for my necklace shit you must of got a death wish
She eat me up for breakfast, lunch and diner
Lips like Kyle Jenner
Interstate in that sprinter
They call me "the bread winner"
Only figure I ever worry about is my 6 figures
Get on the track it get ugly as disfigured
My wrist glitter
Come off the bench like a pinch hitter
She fucking wit this nigga
She gon' feel every inch in her
Ooowee

Your homie in the interrogation room singing like a tinner
Got money on the agenda so ya calls return to sender
We up like antenna
Shit banging no bandanna
I like my Cars low like Santana
That's they can't stand us

I just keep it cool take day to day
I remember when my mom used to pay shit on lay away
These niggas lucka with their dreams they fade away
I'm coming thru in that all white Bentley after later day
They think it's drug money at least that's what my neighbors say

Hahaha
Ooowee
Yall just need to mind ya own mutha fucking business man yeah

I'm on a 2nd run 2nd to none
But God a beast is what I've become
Against all odds
No fasaud
Slide in a garage
To a ménage
Wit some stripper hoes
Don't let these bitches lie they fucking on the job
Too many scrutinize
Can't do as a I beats get brutalized
Foolish pride could turn to you too soon demise
Used to move them trey bags 2 for 5
Now it's exotics by the box selling for the high
What a time to be alive
Shiety mask they can't identify
Scrap the plate like it's dinner time
Friend or foe the thinnest line
You wanna get into her pockets just get in mind
It's works every time
Ooowee