Michelin - Chief Keef

18 retter på et bord Vi er allerede stjerner, klart vi spiser Michelin (Michelin-lin) Talk to me nice brotha, kiden har blitt stor (kiden har blitt stor) Vi får gatemusikanter til å spille fiolin Vi brenner Michelin dekk før vi brenner en bukett på en Michelin-rett Og jeg e'kke en gang sulten Jeg er egentlig mett, men dette er bare en flex Se og bli sett på fine restauranter Jeg ringer opp min langer, men han slipper neppe inn her Meg og mine boys er ute på rangel Så jeg har med meg en grammer, men jeg stepper rundt i finklær Ayo, mic check, én, to Jeg skriver på et mesterverk med pennen full av blod Om det ikke slår an nå så gjør det ikke no' For de vil nok huske meg når jeg legges i jord Ayo, mic check, tre, fir' Jeg er blakk hver mandag men lever som om jeg er rik Spiser Michelin-kaviar og tjener gryn 15 lapper, 16 flasker, 17 glass og 18 retter på et bord Vi er allerede stjerner, klart vi spiser Michelin (lin-lin) Talk to me nice brotha, kiden har blitt stor (kiden har blitt stor) Vi får gatemusikanter til å spille fiolin Villsvin, dyr vin, jeg e'kke et sunt idol Jeg er en ball-out baby, business gikk boomin' Lenge leve klikken og co Jeg skåler med blod og sipper Dompa 'til the morning Vi flytta inn på listene Off-White Air Force, baby kom å knyt lissene Michelin, luktesansen friskere Maten mer fristende og fuck it vi blir sittende Fuck it vi blir sittende, klare med replikkene Pus med pels på bekk og hipster-Norge sender blikkene Netto mange siffere, kaster de kjapt Vi er smakløse gutter med god smak Har en lubben lomme, snart så må jeg sende den på SATS Eller gjøre sømmen større når jeg spiser Michelin Snakker husets beste vin, fant et glass Vi heller oppi mengder med et smil 18 retter på et bord Jeg har det bedre enn i fjor Vi er allerede stjerner, klart vi spiser Michelin Tre stjerner og fin vin Talk to me nice brotha, kiden har blitt stor Huh, talk to me nicely bror Vi får gatemusikanter til å spille fiolin 18 retter på et bord Vi er allerede stjerner, klart vi spiser Michelin Talk to me nice brotha, kiden har blitt stor Vi får gatemusikanter til å spille fiolin

Yeah, yeah What's playing? The TV or the laptop? The laptop I can hear somethin' playing, TV? Should I turn it up? Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Tonight, it boils down to experience Designer drugs, designer bags, I need materials We both zealous, jealous individuals No, I don't kiss and tell, do talking at a minimal Soon as we got physical Said, "That pussy needs a Michelin star" Needs a Michelin star, ah, ah, ah Yeah, Picasso couldn't even paint this work of art Michelin star pussy, Michelin Michelin star pussy, Michelin (ah) I got niggas in my handbag, tryna get me wet But I told 'em all to kick rocks (ooh-ooh) 'Cause my baby got me dripped up (baby got me dripped up) Designer Stussy, Louis, Fendi and Gabanna We can't forget about Dior, they do it proper Patek Philippe, I keep it on my wrist (on my wrist) My diamonds dancing when I'm on the... (shh, shh, shh) Yeah, like it when I'm sleepin' and you stroke my hair Take it when you need it, show me you ain't scared Lemme just rock your body Body all over your body I'm in need of your body, yeah, yeah When you feel low and the streets turn cold And it feels like they don't love you no more (no more) I'ma be just one call away, tell me if you need me (yeah) Tonight, it boils down to experience Designer drugs, designer bags, I need materials We both zealous, jealous individuals No, I don't kiss and tell, do talking at a minimal Soon as we got physical (oh-ooh) Said, "That pussy needs a Michelin star" Needs a Michelin star, ah, ah, ah Yeah, Picasso couldn't even paint this work of art Michelin star pussy, Michelin Gelato and Skittles, got whites in the middle Girl, can I designer my drip? The glizzy ain't little, my hitter official Girl, tell me the truth 'cause you modest When I was down, you holdin' me down Now my roof down when I'm pickin' you up Litre of lean, I be drowinin' my lungs Scars on my heart, I be runnin' from love I don't like pictures so please don't take pictures of me Her nigga ain't richer than me I'm in a Lamb', Amiri jeans drippin' on me Ten racks right now on my jeans She won't say that she love me, girl, 'cause I know you don't I'm on, fuck you for hours, I'm off a Perc', I know (DBE, Don) Yeah, where I'm from, from You know you want it London Yeah, DBE and The Don Bando 29 Don't waste my time Relax, bump and grind Pass the Riz and grinder Somebody pass me the lighter, yeah, mm Love it when you stroke my hair, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Love it when you touch me there, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Bando 29

Let me tell you something, man When you see a nigga like me Look me straight in the eyes Talk to me man, not at me And if I pass you some weed Don't hold that shit for too long Let everybody get high It's real nigga's in here I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up Just bought a brand new car, backed it straight in Smokin' on this strong, the pack just came in I rep my gang hard, it's tattooed in my skin I'm such a fucking boss, I run with made men Diamonds in my chain, OG in my paper Fuck a bottle loss, Fuck about a hater Fuckin' up the club, fuckin' up this paper Fuck with GBE, fuckin' with them gangsters Ridin' it like I ain't never had shit Gold in my mouth, I'm talking cash shit Left her with the gang, he need a new bitch I ain't sweat her, she was comin' at my crew neck I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up I'm a rider, pistol toter Pistol blower, kush smoker Bands all in my pocket Think you goin' take it? Stop it My youngins get it poppin' Now you on the news, they watchin' Fuckin' with my gang, you gon' end up in violence Fuckin' with Taylor Gang, you fuckin' with the pilots Smokin' on this dope, thumbin' through the checks Thots on my dick like who gonna do me next I spent so many checks, I coulda bought a jet GBE 'til I die, I do it for my set Go, go I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up I'm a rider I'm a roller I'm a gangster So I'ma roll up

Sosa, baby Blood Gang, baby Sit Gang, baby Fifth Gang, baby Get It Gang, baby Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want to freak you? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Baby, do I love you? No, no, no, no, no But where you tryna go, go, go, go, go? Benihana's, Wokcano's, no, no, no, no Girl, we gon' take it slow, slow, slow, slow, slow Girl, my sex is like yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I swear it's the best, best, best, best, best Girl, it's gon' leave you stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed, stressed When I hop up out that wet, wet, wet, wet, wet You know how I'm rocking, tweet, beat, skeet then delete She french kiss the D like oui, oui, oui, oui and the oui At the restaurant, I eat, eat, eat, eat and I eat When we get home, she eat, eat, eat, eat Chinese Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want it freaky? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm driving fast, she like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Baby, I don't drive slow, ow, ow, ow, ow Don't care 'bout running from the po, wow, wow, po-po Is you gon' ride? Is you gon' roll, wow, wow, wow, wow? She like eating Wonton and she like to wine and dine Baby, I ain't got the time, tried to tell it, I went blind Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Do I want it freaky? Yes I got my heater, yes Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes I'm getting commas, yes I'm riding foreigns, yes I can fuck your mama, yes It ain't nothing, mane Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Aye man you know how I'm rocking, cutoff stockings All designer man getcho grind up you know I got a Breightling for the timer that ain't nun new But these motherfuckin Margiela shoes I bought Is for me cappin you know what I'm saying? I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin', racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap This for Cap this for Blood, riding round with my thud G-L-O G-A-N-G we not with that giving up Don't expect me to give you hug Bullets coming fill you up Oreo Double Stuffed, Nigga get yo feelings hurt Boy I got that Pizza Hut, Giordanos which one you want? Get that Grezielda Blanco like "Aye lil Pablo where da fuck ya going? In the club froze I bought the bar I dont even want it I don't drink no alcohol I be drinking that lean I'm snoring I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin', racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap Gambino grab my meatroll Aye Tadoe grab my K doe Aye Justo make sure Benji straight, folks think he in Barbados Niggas wanna try me let the K go Wtf Chief Sosa waiting for? Got pink birds looking like Flamingos She dust my shoes off like I'm Fabo Keep racks in my pockets everyday tho Inna Caps and I'm Cappin spending all the play-doh Trap house bumping like he dancing with Kemo Off the car lot I'm smashing I'm riding like an A-hole Remember on the block shooting up niggas Limo's Now my birthday is every damn day tho Wonder how I got the racks in my jeans? Cause I be working every damn day tho I'm Cappin shoes cost about 10 Hunnid dollar bills and I'm riding in that nasty Dragin, racing in traffic Bitches say they bad bitches, weak bitches average I'm Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, Cappin, I'm cappin, Blood Cap This for Blood and Cap, Blood and Cap, this for Blood and Cap

Shawty said she was a dreamer I turned they asses to a believer My other bitch like Justin Bieber I guess that bitch a belieber I still remember my hoes I bet they still remember micro I wave a bitch off micros You only woke up and like blow All these bitches chasing after D Tell these bitches, chase after cheese I forgot I'm the fucking cheese I ride alot around, spending Gs Who raised me, my momma granny No actor but I need a grammy Taxing niggas on Sammy Girl you know I'm Sosa Sammy I don't be off the molly, I just be off alot of weed Pull up, crash the party Shots at everybody Can't be chasing these hoes, gotta be chasing these rolls I was dreaming 'til I woke I ain't a dreamchaser, bitch I just glow Sosa you be flexing, I know Sosa you keep weapons, I know I ain't got a yacht, I got a boat And that bitch is as big as my home I was locked up, Divison 4 Repping my set the nigga's home I remember back in '94 wait I was born in '95 tho Remember trapping just to get a coat 'Member trapping just to get some clothes Now I buy anything I want, Anything I wanted and any more I ain't never been to Mexico but I'm smoking on Texico Remember pilling out in 4. 4s Now I get 94 for a show Jewelry and commas for a show I through it in the water and let it float It's icy like the fucking North Pole I don't need no stops in my wardrobe Lady I got the fucking pack and I got the fucking sack Its alot of snakes in the grass Watch out, they'll bite you in yo back