Godfather Of Harlem, Giggs, BIA, YG, Swizz Beatz - Waiting On Me lyrics

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

Cook up, cook up, cook up, cook up
No favors, it's pure white, fuck 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, fuck it
Put the money in my grave hold it down
Make sure the operation run the same
Just never mention the game, game

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

Nine to five, my money just multiply (Cash)
I get way too busy if a nigga 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, shit
I just made a bag while I got on this (Uh)
Yes, I put my money first, he fuck with that
I'm on this (Cash)
Quick to tilly rock a bitch
He leave it in the longest
Trying not to brag about the
Shit I do is modest (Uh)
Ay, qué rico, just left around Puerto Rico
Now I got a plug on perico (On perico)
Niggas thinking they playing in casino
Run off on me, bitch
I want it back in blood like mosquitos
You can't tell on your nigga
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

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

Ah, snap, you're looking for a photo
Here's a little picture
Push it for your promo (yeah)

Up, down, nigga, like a yo yo (yeah)
Dorothy, knows that I'm a dog
Got me feeling like I'm Toto (Nah)
I got nerdy niggas 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 shit still
But I'm a cat for the bliss bit's
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

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