Rae Sremmurd - Up In My Cocina lyrics

[Intro] EarDrummers [Verse 1: Swae Lee] Ice everything, I need a figure skater Eating five star meals, tipping waiters PJ, skip commercial flights, that’s no delaying I had too many guests, my neighbours start complaining Sun beaming, my chains jingling, I’m chinky b**h so pink, broke hoes freak me B-Y-O-B came back, washed in my dreams Missed it if you blink, smell the purp, she wink Bad b**hes R.S.V.P Yes I gotta switch the swag four times a week (four times) Mamma mia, I didn’t even see her New six-seater, would not wanna be ya [Chorus: Swae Lee] When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter? Nothin’ but divas, up in my cocina Grab up hands, switch up hands, don’t just linger Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer Eating clams, rolling grams The con man has other plans Helipad, dizzy by the time I land Helipad, I’m so done with first cla** [Verse 2: Swae Lee] With a bag and a baddie like Selena Mamma mia, cash flipping, tortilla Through the path, to the stash where I post I go via Sprinter or limousine-a Get the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave ya So much dough, we hopped in the pizzeria It’s all good cause I’m smoking Aloe Vera Next Top Model give me brain like neutrogena Don’t just tear up, won’t scream [?] New [?] and that big line greener Through a smoke screen, they don’t even see us Kick my feet up, if they bust down, hoe, just sleaze up When we got up out that slump, the gra** was greener Girls cheerleading, when they score, they try to cheat us Wife-beaters and I’m sippin’ Titos Can’t you tell? That sh** was my nino [Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi] New (?) (check), I’ll take that on DeeBo (gimme that) Golden boy, I’ll hop out like I’m CeeLo (yes!) Pardon my ego, they won’t jack my SteeLo (no way!) Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let’s do it) Say she f** with the Sremms, she want G-Low Marshawn Lynch, bust a play, I’m in beast mode (beast mode) Rock & Roll Hall of Fame like Mick Jagger (yeah, yeah) R.I.P them but bet, we still counting badges (faster) Diamond rings on my finger, I’m a bachelor (I’ma bachelor) College dropout, got the money, that’s my masters (f** it) Mamma mia, tu eres bonita Nothing but divas, up in my (?) Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo) I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm) [Chorus: Swae Lee] When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter? Nothin’ but divas, up in my cocina Grab up hands, switch up hands, don’t just linger Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer Eating clams, rolling grams The conman has other plans Helipad, dizzy by the time I land Helipad, I’m so done with first cla**