Chicken Noodle Soup

808 Mafia

Yo

What the fuck is up, man?

You already know this Dreezy, we back in this bitch

Man, **** askin' me stupid shit like, who my competition?

Ain't no fuckin' competition

Y'all in twenty eighteen, we all in twenty twenty, man

Y'all ain't on shit

Shout out my **** Southside

Ay, bitches, gonna have to come with it for real

I ain't even fuckin' 'round no mo'

Look, pull in Neiman Marcus right before I spark it, let the valet park it

Then I hit Chanel

LA regardless, all my haters garbage and they shop at Target

Or they findin' sales

I'm in the New Wave, fuck what you say, got the cross on me like Dolce

I keep a **** with the deuce-deuce, and a hundred on me

Got a blue face

Bring the AC with a AP

The type a bitch a **** can't keep

Got the top down, sittin' waist deep

I'm like, "Can you see me?" they got HD (You see that?)

Bad bitches who I fuck with

The rest, I wouldn't put shit past 'em

(At all) Used to wanna be a good girl, now finessin' ****

Like a rich pastor

The first check I got was like fifty K

Went and cashed it out and just laid in it

I don't care where we just rolled spliffs

We just dumped the ash and let the maid get it (Ay, clean that shit up)

Made a name but ain't chased the fame

Bitches trade respect for a paid gimmick

They send for me, so I came with it (Fake ass ho)

Competition's feelin' like a game scrimmage

And right before the cock-a-doodle-doo at night, I make it rain

Like chicken noodle soup

Got ya **** jumpin' through the hula hoops

He gave me top at two, I told him tootle-oo

**** kept it 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

Bitches hatin' on me in the Uber pool

Fuck a ****, man, I'm Super Girl

Brought my sister to L.A. on a Friday

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

They know she my sister, so she cool at school

Getting money like a Jewish dude

**** switchin' colors like a Rubik's cube

Why these bitches switchin'? I'm like, "Who is who?"

Mani-pedi, meet me at the Bevy

When we throw money shit look like confetti

Shooters hangin' with me out the Chevy

While they're rollin' doobies like she Little Debbie

Lost a legend, R.I.P. to G Dot, smokin' like a teapot

I can't wait till we rock

Got a ticket with me like a kiosk

Ballin' like a beotch, flyer than a peacock

And I'm ready for bitches to dance with

Got that new-new, I ain't talkin' Nipsey

Take a shot, she was already tipsy (Pussy)

Still finessing the game like a gypsy

Still rockin' to villains like I'm Missy (Rockin' that shit)

They 'gainst me? Bro pull up with that Glizzy

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