"Waiting On Me" lyrics
(performed by Swizz Beatz, YG, BIA & Giggs)
(from "Godfather Of Harlem: Season 2" soundtrack)
[Swizz Beats:]
I got some customers, they waiting on me
I got some chicks, they be waiting on me
I got some haters, they be waiting on me
I'm never on time, so they waiting on me
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that paper from the paper bands
I keep my money in the rubber bands
[YG:]
Cook up, cook up, cook up, cook up
No favors, it's pure white, fuck a hookup
Moving weight, no pushups, they know where we at
The block where the junkies double back for the double sacks
We going Chef Boyardee with it
We talk grams, ounces, pounds, that mean business
We going Chef Boyardee with it
We talk grams, ounces, pounds, not the wee business
Got that Bobby Brown, got that white
That nose candy have you right
Penitentiary chances, playing with your life
So when them cards get dealt, play 'em right
Pack it, ship it, then put the money in the safe
If they kill me, fuck it, put the money in my grave
Hold it down, make sure the operation run the same
Just never mention the game, game
[Swizz Beats:]
I got some customers, they waiting on me
I got some chicks, they be waiting on me
I got some haters, they be waiting on me
I'm never on time, so they waiting on me
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that paper from the paper bands (Uh)
I keep my money in the rubber bands
[BIA:]
Nine to five, my money just multiply (Cash)
I get way too busy if a nigga see me outside
Bands pop, waist drop, money, getting too much to hide
Girl, he thought it was the body, it really just was the vibe
Oh, shit, I just made a bag while I got on this (Uh)
Yes, I put my money first, he fuck with that, I'm on this (Cash)
Quick to tilly rock a bitch, he leave it in the longest
Trying not to brag about the shit I do is modest (Uh)
Ay, qué rico, just left around Puerto Rico
Now I got a plug on perico (On perico)
Niggas thinking they playing in casino
Run off on me, bitch, I want it back in blood like mosquitos
You can't tell on your nigga, then go relocate (Nah)
Put up Lam' truck money just to see your face (Skrrt)
Yeah, my gang keep me safe, but I need my space (Yeah)
I get too much love, but what I see more hate, yeah
[Swizz Beats:]
I got some customers, they waiting on me
I got some chicks, they be waiting on me
I got some haters, they be waiting on me
I'm never on time, so they waiting on me
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that paper from the paper bands
I keep my money in the rubber bands
[Giggs:]
Ah, snap, you're looking for a photo
Here's a little picture, push it for your promo (Yeah)
Trap house, [?] dolo (Dolo)
Up, down, nigga, like a yo-yo (Yeah)
Dorothy, [?]
Knows that I'm a dog, got me feeling like I'm Toto (Nah)
I got nerdy niggas making diss songs out in London when I'm out in Tokyo
Yeah, like stacks wouldn't fix it
Rah, get slapped with a biscuit
Yeah, I know life can be shit still, but I'm a cat for the bliss bits
Got the cook, where's the kitchen? Like
Yeah, don't get poked with the kitchen knife
I'm Batman with the kryptonite
They fake yutes, they all look alike
[Swizz Beats:]
I got some customers, they waiting on me
I got some chicks, they be waiting on me
I got some haters, they be waiting on me
I'm never on time, so they waiting on me
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that paper from the paper bands
I keep my money in the rubber bands
I got some customers, they waiting on me
I got some chicks, they be waiting on me
I got some haters, they be waiting on me
I'm never on time, so they waiting on me
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that paper from the paper bands
I keep my money in the rubber bands
[YG:]
Cook up, cook up, cook up, cook up
No favors, it's pure white, fuck a hookup
Moving weight, no pushups, they know where we at
The block where the junkies double back for the double sacks
We going Chef Boyardee with it
We talk grams, ounces, pounds, that mean business
We going Chef Boyardee with it
We talk grams, ounces, pounds, not the wee business
Got that Bobby Brown, got that white
That nose candy have you right
Penitentiary chances, playing with your life
So when them cards get dealt, play 'em right
Pack it, ship it, then put the money in the safe
If they kill me, fuck it, put the money in my grave
Hold it down, make sure the operation run the same
Just never mention the game, game
[Swizz Beats:]
I got some customers, they waiting on me
I got some chicks, they be waiting on me
I got some haters, they be waiting on me
I'm never on time, so they waiting on me
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that paper from the paper bands (Uh)
I keep my money in the rubber bands
[BIA:]
Nine to five, my money just multiply (Cash)
I get way too busy if a nigga see me outside
Bands pop, waist drop, money, getting too much to hide
Girl, he thought it was the body, it really just was the vibe
Oh, shit, I just made a bag while I got on this (Uh)
Yes, I put my money first, he fuck with that, I'm on this (Cash)
Quick to tilly rock a bitch, he leave it in the longest
Trying not to brag about the shit I do is modest (Uh)
Ay, qué rico, just left around Puerto Rico
Now I got a plug on perico (On perico)
Niggas thinking they playing in casino
Run off on me, bitch, I want it back in blood like mosquitos
You can't tell on your nigga, then go relocate (Nah)
Put up Lam' truck money just to see your face (Skrrt)
Yeah, my gang keep me safe, but I need my space (Yeah)
I get too much love, but what I see more hate, yeah
[Swizz Beats:]
I got some customers, they waiting on me
I got some chicks, they be waiting on me
I got some haters, they be waiting on me
I'm never on time, so they waiting on me
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that paper from the paper bands
I keep my money in the rubber bands
[Giggs:]
Ah, snap, you're looking for a photo
Here's a little picture, push it for your promo (Yeah)
Trap house, [?] dolo (Dolo)
Up, down, nigga, like a yo-yo (Yeah)
Dorothy, [?]
Knows that I'm a dog, got me feeling like I'm Toto (Nah)
I got nerdy niggas making diss songs out in London when I'm out in Tokyo
Yeah, like stacks wouldn't fix it
Rah, get slapped with a biscuit
Yeah, I know life can be shit still, but I'm a cat for the bliss bits
Got the cook, where's the kitchen? Like
Yeah, don't get poked with the kitchen knife
I'm Batman with the kryptonite
They fake yutes, they all look alike
[Swizz Beats:]
I got some customers, they waiting on me
I got some chicks, they be waiting on me
I got some haters, they be waiting on me
I'm never on time, so they waiting on me
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that cook up from the kitchen, man
I got that paper from the paper bands
I keep my money in the rubber bands
