音樂影片
音樂影片
積分
演出藝人
尤高堤
聲樂
Rich Homie Quan
聲樂
詞曲
Mario Mims
詞曲創作
Dequantes Lamar
詞曲創作
June James
詞曲創作
Darryon Aaron Bunton
詞曲創作
Bokyu Kim
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
June Genius
製作人
D.B.
製作人
dawizvrd
製作人
Jess Jackson
母帶工程師
Jorge Ace Taveras
錄音師
Yung Dee
執行製作
歌詞
[Intro]
(June, you're a genius)
Frrt
[Chorus]
Chopstick, Benihana
Main a ten, been a hundred
PSD, lot of trauma
Angel wings, sad mamas
Chopstick, Taliban (Woo)
Chinese plug, Mandarin
Lie to me once, ****, you lost trust, you had a chance
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
[Verse 1]
Rose Patek, leather band
'Member my first thousand grams
They was taxin' twenty-four, now I'm payin' Uncle Sam
Street ****, different bracket
Twenty mill' paid in taxes
Tryna get a B, fuck a hundred mill', so I can't be relaxin'
Malibu, Nobu, chauffer, but them chopsticks on me
SoHo been me, CEO, but that street shit in me
Break it down, bag it up
Money counter, add it up
Twenty year run, but I ain't had enough
Them pussy **** still mad at us
Yeah, and we don't call 'em AKs, they chopsticks
Home of the triple cross, we call that a plot twist
This rap shit saved me
Weed plug Asian
Gotti, you ridin' in a Cullinan with a Drac', boy, you crazy
[Chorus]
Chopstick, Benihana
Main a ten, been a hundred
PSD, lot of trauma
Angel wings, sad mamas
Chopstick, Taliban (Woo)
Chinese plug, Mandarin
Lie to me once, ****, you lost trust, you had a chance
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
[Verse 2]
Eighty-three thousand for the new teeth got a **** smiling
Check the bitch car fast 'cause a lot of hoes got mileage
The DEA must've brought a skillet 'cause the judge want to fry me
I put that shit on every day, so RIP my stylist
Mama said that money startin' to odor, boy, it's smellin' (Ayy)
And I know I'm walkin' proof you can't make money as a felon (Nah)
They selfish
**** I looked up to, now they jealous (What?)
Chopstick hit your spine and your pelvis (Oh, fah, fah, fah)
High school, I was poppin', I would never walk to school
Got the chopstick in my bookbag, I ain't talkin' 'bout no food
Paper in my bookbag too, I'm lookin' for space (Rich Homie)
I'm at that restaurant in Buckhead where they cook it in your face
[Chorus]
Chopstick, Benihana
Main a ten, been a hundred
PSD, lot of trauma
Angel wings, sad mamas
Chopstick, Taliban (Woo)
Chinese plug, Mandarin
Lie to me once, ****, you lost trust, you had a chance
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
In the hood, we don't call 'em AKs, boy, we call 'em chopsticks
[Outro]
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Written by: Bokyu Kim, Darryon Aaron Bunton, Dequantes Lamar, June James, Mario Mims
