Kitchen

[Hook: 2 Chainz] (x2) I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen Half thing, whole thing, nigga I'm pitchin Hit it with the soda make a nigga start whipping Hit you with the choppa make a nigga start flipping! [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] I go hard in the mother fuckin kitchen Using baby bottles for the lean, wifey say I'm trippin Plus I got Maybelline smeared right below my zipper I’m a kama sutra reader and a conjure drinker Hot on the stove, smoking like reefer This work ain’t bout shit, that’s why its cheaper This ho ain’t bout shit, that’s why she cheaper All we blow is strong, that’s why you weaker! Wait up, your status change when your weight up Waiting on the meal, I already put my plate up! Nigga fall back up, I already put my rake up Everytime I leave the booth, they put yellow tape up Hair weave killer, messing up her make-up Pyrex vision and I’m bout to cook a cake up Get a fork, add a little water Get on any track, and I ride it like Marauder [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] It’s Jizzle 3 Watches, yeah that asshole! One platinum, one white, one rose gold Drive a solid gold Rolls to the Rose Bowl Rosé in the club for my rose hoes Man fuck these niggas I got blow goals I count money all night, I need some no-doz Hater, try one of these, you need a bank roll Throw the money in the trunk, bitch the bank roll I go hard in the mother fuckin kitchen, nigga Got me staring at that water like I’m fishing, nigga! Never know about me, I pull a bass out Drop a 250 in and pull a half out Had to do it for the town and the trap niggas Me and 2 Chainz, its over for you rap niggas And nothin says butter like Parkay And nothin make them Jay's stutter like hard yay [Hook] [Verse 3: Pusha-T] Started in the kitchen, king of the whipping Denzel in glory, tear drop was missing Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold Black diamonds got the Jesus piece like Manute Bol That’s 2 Chainz, I'm 2 Stoves For every one I cook, I make two clones Mary Kate and Ashley, Tia and Tamera Two in the Four like the Porsche Panamera Look in the mirror, look in the mirror Vision clouded by the coke, ain’t making it clearer I make it look easy, I rap it up greazy Bandanna round the brick, I make it look look Jeezy But I push a ton of it, get the name right Who else could fly it in and land on the same flight?... [Hook]