Hey, get the fuck up out my kitchen
Don't worry 'bout what I'm up in here fixin'
I'll call yo' ass in a minute
Don't be buggin' me, I'm cookin', it ain't finished
(Nigga it ain't ready yet)
It ain't mixed yet
All you gotta know is it ain't mixed yet
Now, I'm tired of you nigglets
Asking me where's the new music
You'll get it when I release it
And mixing, is a whole process
Ma'am, Sir get out of my face
You'll be a happy camper when this shit drop
Bugging me will only prolong the results
Man, these niggas full of shit they need a smooth move
Take yo' constipated ass over to Whole Foods
You couldn't fuck with me without the use of autotune
And yo' girl huggin' up on me like "Rand you smell good"
I know that you been waiting
Overflowing with impatience
But I wouldn't never let yo' ass starve (Wait)
Just give it a few moments 'cause the shit still in the oven
It'll be worth it when it gets done (Ding)
(Hey, kitchen) Get the fuck up out my kitchen
Don't worry 'bout what I'm up in here fixin'
I'll call yo' ass in a minute
Don't be buggin' me, I'm cookin', it ain't finished
(Nigga it ain't ready yet)
(It ain't mixed yet) It ain't mixed yet
All you gotta know is it ain't mixed yet
