Pierre Limage, Delo Do Numbers - Chef Lyrics

I'm in the kitchen religious
I'm cooking, I'm mixing, I die about respect
Money's the mission
I gotta go get it I'm lighting the fire I'm the chef
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Diamonds they glisten, I'm drippin, I feel it
You see the ice that's on my neck
She need a minute, im drillin, she finish
You know that I Just gotta flex
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Pussy nigga where you cooking from I'm in Arkansas
Whip a Chevy like a autobot man its autobahn
Diamonds dancin its a Audemar
Make these bitches argue like they Harvard Law
When you steady winning they don't call the score
Tell me you need me
Lately I'm hearing that talk has been greasy
I need a meeting
I pour a cup of that Celie so I can be one with my demons
I think that I'm tweakin
We bout to blow
I done cut on the stove on all of my niggas
The gas is leakin
I'm in the city
I'm cookin, I'm saucin my nigga
I'm really just adding seasoning
Gambling on me I'm a take something
I ain't ate nothing
Raise the stakes cuz I'm A-1
I don't waste nothing
Pierre is for president
I eat a beat then I'm popping my medicine
This is just me with a dash of some melanin
I'm in the kitchen religious
I'm cooking, I'm mixing, I die about respect
Money's the mission
I gotta go get it I'm lighting the fire I'm the chef
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Diamonds they glisten, I'm drippin, I feel it
You see the ice that's on my neck
She need a minute, im drillin, she finish
You know that I Just gotta flex
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Still charged up if they target me I'm a blow
Racks in my denim I feed em filet mignon yeah
Flyer then a fuckin jet
I ain't leave my home yet
Saying you don't need me
Why the fuck you call my phone back
Flood my arm with these baguette
Jeweler went hard on this Audemar
You won't catch a set
Niggas acting like they A-1
Keep it close to chest
Only riding for my day ones cause they know me best
Gangsta til the fuckin death
Cooking in the studio
I ain't felt this way in while I just made twenty more
Yeah I might buss down a dial and fuck two of em
Take a few hoes on a trial and then I'm through with em
Now you wanna know what I'm cooking yeah
I'm in the kitchen religious
I'm cooking, I'm mixing, I die about respect
Money's the mission
I gotta go get it I'm lighting the fire I'm the chef
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Diamonds they glisten, I'm drippin, I feel it
You see the ice that's on my neck
She need a minute, im drillin, she finish
You know that I Just gotta flex
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next

I'm in the kitchen religious
I'm cooking, I'm mixing, I die about respect
Money's the mission
I gotta go get it I'm lighting the fire I'm the chef
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Diamonds they glisten, I'm drippin, I feel it
You see the ice that's on my neck
She need a minute, im drillin, she finish
You know that I Just gotta flex
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Pussy nigga where you cooking from I'm in Arkansas
Whip a Chevy like a autobot man its autobahn
Diamonds dancin its a Audemar
Make these bitches argue like they Harvard Law
When you steady winning they don't call the score
Tell me you need me
Lately I'm hearing that talk has been greasy
I need a meeting
I pour a cup of that Celie so I can be one with my demons
I think that I'm tweakin
We bout to blow
I done cut on the stove on all of my niggas
The gas is leakin
I'm in the city
I'm cookin, I'm saucin my nigga
I'm really just adding seasoning
Gambling on me I'm a take something
I ain't ate nothing
Raise the stakes cuz I'm A-1
I don't waste nothing
Pierre is for president
I eat a beat then I'm popping my medicine
This is just me with a dash of some melanin
I'm in the kitchen religious
I'm cooking, I'm mixing, I die about respect
Money's the mission
I gotta go get it I'm lighting the fire I'm the chef
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Diamonds they glisten, I'm drippin, I feel it
You see the ice that's on my neck
She need a minute, im drillin, she finish
You know that I Just gotta flex
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Still charged up if they target me I'm a blow
Racks in my denim I feed em filet mignon yeah
Flyer then a fuckin jet
I ain't leave my home yet
Saying you don't need me
Why the fuck you call my phone back
Flood my arm with these baguette
Jeweler went hard on this Audemar
You won't catch a set
Niggas acting like they A-1
Keep it close to chest
Only riding for my day ones cause they know me best
Gangsta til the fuckin death
Cooking in the studio
I ain't felt this way in while I just made twenty more
Yeah I might buss down a dial and fuck two of em
Take a few hoes on a trial and then I'm through with em
Now you wanna know what I'm cooking yeah
I'm in the kitchen religious
I'm cooking, I'm mixing, I die about respect
Money's the mission
I gotta go get it I'm lighting the fire I'm the chef
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next
Diamonds they glisten, I'm drippin, I feel it
You see the ice that's on my neck
She need a minute, im drillin, she finish
You know that I Just gotta flex
You ain't no threat
Tell me whats next