Godfather of Harlem - Waiting On Me lyrics

[Chorus: Swizz Beats] I got some customers, they waiting on me I got some chicks, they be waiting on me I got some haters, they be waiting on me I'm never on time, so they waiting on me I got that cook up from the kitchen, man I got that cook up from the kitchen, man I got that paper from the paper bands I keep my money in the rubber bands [Verse 1: YG] Cook up, cook up, cook up, cook up No favors, it's pure white, fu*k a hookup Moving weight, no pushups, they know where we at The block where the junkies double back for the double sacks We going Chef Boyardee with it We talk grams, ounces, pounds, that mean business We going Chef Boyardee with it We talk grams, ounces, pounds, not the wee business Got that Bobby Brown, got that white That nose candy have you right Penitentiary chances, playing with your life So when them cards get dealt, play 'em right Pack it, ship it, then put the money in the safe If they kill me, fu*k it, put the money in my grave Hold it down, make sure the operation run the same Just never mention the game, game [Chorus: Swizz Beats & BIA] I got some customers, they waiting on me I got some chicks, they be waiting on me I got some haters, they be waiting on me I'm never on time, so they waiting on me I got that cook up from the kitchen, man I got that cook up from the kitchen, man I got that paper from the paper bands (Uh) I keep my money in the rubber bands [Verse 2: BIA] Nine to five, my money just multiply (Cash) I get way too busy if a ni**a see me outside Bands pop, waist drop, money, getting too much to hide Girl, he thought it was the body, it really just was the vibe Oh, sh*t, I just made a bag while I got on this (Uh) Yes, I put my money first, he fu*k with that, I'm on this (Cash) Quick to tilly rock a b*tch, he leave it in the longest Trying not to brag about the sh*t I do is modest (Uh) Ay, qué rico, just left around Puerto Rico Now I got a plug on perico (On perico) ni**as thinking they playing in casino Run off on me, b*tch, I want it back in blood like mosquitos You can't tell on your ni**a, then go relocate (Nah) Put up Lam' truck money just to see your face (Skrrt) Yeah, my gang keep me safe, but I need my space (Yeah) I get too much love, but what I see more hate, yeah [Chorus: Swizz Beats] I got some customers, they waiting on me I got some chicks, they be waiting on me I got some haters, they be waiting on me I'm never on time, so they waiting on me I got that cook up from the kitchen, man I got that cook up from the kitchen, man I got that paper from the paper bands I keep my money in the rubber bands [Verse 3: Giggs] Ah, snap, you're looking for a photo Here's a little picture, push it for your promo (Yeah) Trap house, [?][2:45] dolo (Dolo) Up, down, ni**a, like a yo-yo (Yeah) Dorothy, [?] Knows that I'm a dog, got me feeling like I'm Toto (Nah) I got nerdy ni**as making diss songs out in London when I'm out in Tokyo Yeah, like stacks wouldn't fix it Rah, get slapped with a biscuit Yeah, I know life can be sh*t still, but I'm a cat for the bliss bits Got the cook, where's the kitchen? Like Yeah, don't get poked with the kitchen knife I'm Batman with the kryptonite They fake yutes, they all look alike [Chorus: Swizz Beats] I got some customers, they waiting on me I got some chicks, they be waiting on me I got some haters, they be waiting on me I'm never on time, so they waiting on me I got that cook up from the kitchen, man I got that cook up from the kitchen, man I got that paper from the paper bands I keep my money in the rubber bands