[Verse 1] I don’t need no work ‘less I’m riding down the highway I swear to god I’mma make it all by Friday Bring it back, bring it back, take your pack back My plug be calling, asking when I’m coming back I’m like hold up bro, I got to do these fucking shows He like hold up bro, what the fuck you rapping for I said shit, I could make more than that brick All in 30 minutes, man I swear this shit the shit He like goddamn, well do that, and once you get that thing Won’t you come bring it back Cause this time, this time we gone triple that Cause that work that I got is the best, boy it’s coming from the west
[Hook] Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef
[Verse 2] In the kitchen, young cooking on lasagna Ferrari burning all on the highway You be smoking drinking on that crazy shit Your friends acting so damn wild in this bitch They be lit, they be lit, I be all in every city Spend at least about 50 on that 420 Goddamnit homie, when the fuck you coming back in town Cause this white over here, this shit be looking brown Damn, well I can’t help you with that I’m just finally doing more, I’mma pull up with that plaque My friend don’t be bleaching none of that That thing looking like a Cadillac
[Hook] Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef
[Verse 3] Why you whip it how you whip it, huh? Cause we needed more than we fucking getting huh I swear I just want to be with no ceilings huh I swear I just need at least 4 billion huh Yeah, could spend a billy on my house Could spend 2 more on my spouse Could have a fucking Spice Girl all up in my spice whip Young and aware, how you fucking doing that Whipping with that silverware, now you out here making stacks
[Hook] Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef Now go ahead, chef And super, chef