MKC

Lyrics

[Chorus: Takeoff] Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting The lean I'm pouring, I'm snoring I'm making them plays in Delaware Versace, Medusa my underwear Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting The lean I'm pouring, I'm snoring I'm making them plays in Delaware Versace, Medusa my underwear Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare Don't trap on the block if you don't live there The trap be jumping and bucking The fiends they run in, the money keep coming Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare Don't trap on the block if you don't live there The trap be jumping and bucking The fiends they run in, the money keep coming [Verse 1: Lil Flip] I had a condo at fifteen My guns they all machines It's twenty chickens in the kitchen My girl cook like Paula Dean My bitch ball off the leash It's blue and platinum seats I got the hook up with the cook up Plus I move them Master P's Twenty-five lighters on my dresser Yes I dress up all my roster Exterior plain jane but you can see the hole inside These youngsters poppin' mollys My shooters smoking D's And they got clovers on they shoulders So you know they shoot for free Codeine in my Fanta Molly all on my tounge That pistol off on my right side That purple all in my lungs Keep a strap with a chopper like Mad Max Trap house mad stacked, where the cash at Fuck nigga better duck like Aflac 'cause I'm chasing the cheese like a lab rat East side, I'm from there So you know that I sold my drugs there Got a bad bitch from England She got an attitude and long hair I can get a whole brick on that scale nigga Bitch I'm fresh out of jail nigga Beat a gun charge and made bail nigga On probation blowing L's nigga [Chorus: Takeoff] Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting The lean I'm pouring, I'm snoring I'm making them plays in Delaware Versace, Medusa my underwear Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting The lean I'm pouring, I'm snoring I'm making them plays in Delaware Versace, Medusa my underwear Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare Don't trap on the block if you don't live there The trap be jumping and bucking The fiends they run in, the money keep coming Shoot a fuck nigga, better have healthcare Don't trap on the block if you don't live there The trap be jumping and bucking The fiends they run in, the money keep coming [Verse 2: Frenchie] My underwear, you know we got money here So if you act funny here And run off with bread Nigga I aim at your head, nigga we got them [?] Fuck with the Migos They say they got kilos I'm calling my nigga named Offset You know he with Quavo Shootin' out the window Why the fuck you ain't duck? You see me fly by nigga And you seen a lot of these movies Stupid, you know about a drive-by nigga You would think I was a trap nigga Nah, I'm getting money off of rap nigga I don't gotta touch no drugs In the club, get your head money wrapped nigga I don't got a lot of these hoes Bitch look in the sky, it's rainin' them fifties and hundreds I love it Money is stacking and stacking, it's crazy So every time I take your bitch out she tell me she love it It's funny