Chicken Noodle Soup

808 Mafia

Yo

What the fuck is up, man?

You already know this Dreezy, we back in this bitch

And niggas askin' me stupid shit like who my competition

Ain't no fuckin' competition

Y'all in 2018, we in 2020, man, y'all ain't on shit

Shout out my nigga Southside

That bitch is gon' have to come with it, for real

I ain't even fuckin' around no more, look

Pull in Neiman Marcus right before I spark it

Let the valet park it then I hit Chanel (Foreigns)

LA regardless, all my haters garbage

And they shop at Target or they findin' sales (Bums)

I'm the new wave, fuck what you say

Got the cross on me like D'usse (Uh-huh)

I keep a nigga with the deuce-deuce

Every hundred on me got a blue face (Blue face)

Bring the AC with the AP (Burr)

The type of bitch a nigga can't keep

Got the top down, sittin' waist deep

I'm like, "Can you see me?" They like, "HD" (You see me, ho)

Bad bitches who I fuck with

The rest, I wouldn't put shit past 'em (At all)

Used to want to be a good girl

Now I'm finessin' niggas like a rich pastor

First check I got was like 50K

Went and cashed it out and just laid in it (Laid in it)

I don't care where you roll spliffs

We just dump the ashes, let the maid get it (Ayy, clean that shit up)

Made a name but ain't chase the fame

Bitches trade respect for a paid gimmick (Fake ass ho)

They sent for me so I came with it

Competition feelin' like a game scrimmage (I'm winnin')

I'm up before the cock-a-doodle-doo

At night I make it rain like chicken noodle soup

Got your nigga jumpin' through the hula hoops

He gave me top at 2, I told him toodle-loo (Bye-bye)

Niggas cappin" like they really in the booth

But they just doin' somethin' 'cause it's cool to do

Heir to the two, shit old to me, it's probably new to you

I ain't goin' back to what I used to do (Never)

Bitches hatin' on me in an Uber Pool (Bum)

Fuck a nigga, man, I'm super cool

Brought my sis to LA on a Friday

Monday, she was like, "I flew to school"

They know she my sister so she cool in school

Gettin' money like a Jewish dude

Niggas switchin' colors like a Rubix Cube

All these bitches switchin', I'm like,

"Who is who?" (Who the fuck is these bitches?)

Mani pedi, meet me at the Bevy

When we throw money, shit look like confetti (Money)

Shooters hangin' with me out the Chevy

White girl rollin' doobies like she Lil' Debby (Ayy, roll that shit)

Lost a legend, RIP to G-Dot

Smokin' like a teapot, I can't wait to rerock (My bitch)

Got a ticket with me like a kiosk

Ballin' like a bi-yotch, flier than a peacock

And I'm ready for bitches to diss me (Yeah)

Got that new-new, I ain't talkin' Nipsey (Yeah)

Takin' shots, you was already tipsy (Pussy)

Still finessin' the game like a gypsy

Still rockin' Timberlands like I'm Missy (I be rockin' that shit)

It get sweet, bro pull up with that glizzy

Pockets on full but my feelings is empty (No hard feelings)