Chicken Noodle Soup lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Yo
What the f*ck is up, man?
You already know this Dreezy, we back in this b*tch
And n*ggas askin' me stupid sh*t like who my competition
Ain't no f*ckin' competition
Y'all in 2018, we in 2020, man, y'all ain't on sh*t
Shout out my n*gga Southside
That b*tch is gon' have to come with it, for real
I ain't even f*ckin' around no more, look

[Verse]
Pull in Neiman Marcus right before I spark it
Let the valet park it then I hit Chanel (Foreigns)
LA regardless, all my haters garbage
And they shop at Target or they findin' sales (Bums)
I'm the new wave, f*ck what you say
Got the cross on me like D'usse (Uh-huh)
I keep a n*gga with the deuce-deuce
Every hundred on me got a blue face (Blue face)
Bring the AC with the AP (Burr)
The type of b*tch a n*gga can't keep
Got the top down, sittin' waist deep
I'm like, "Can you see me?" They like, "HD" (You see me, ho)
Bad b*tches who I f*ck with
The rest, I wouldn't put sh*t past 'em (At all)
Used to want to be a good girl
Now I'm finessin' n*ggas like a rich pastor
First check I got was like 50K
Went and cashed it out and just laid in it (Laid in it)
I don't care where you roll spliffs
We just dump the ashes, let the maid get it (Ayy, clean that sh*t up)
Made a name but ain't chase the fame
b*tches trade respect for a paid gimmick (Fake ass ho)
They sent for me so I came with it
Competition feelin' like a game scrimmage (I'm winnin')
I'm up before the c*ck-a-doodle-doo
At night I make it rain like chicken noodle soup
Got your n*gga jumpin' through the hula hoops
He gave me top at 2, I told him toodle-loo (Bye-bye)
n*ggas cappin'' like they really in the booth
But they just doin' somethin' 'cause it's cool to do
Heir to the two, sh*t old to me, it's probably new to you
I ain't goin' back to what I used to do (Never)
b*tches hatin' on me in an Uber Pool (Bum)
f*ck a n*gga, man, I'm super cool
Brought my sis to LA on a Friday
Monday, she was like, "I flew to school"
They know she my sister so she cool in school
Gettin' money like a Jewish dude
n*ggas switchin' colors like a Rubix Cube
All these b*tches switchin', I'm like, "Who is who?" (Who the f*ck is these b*tches?)
Mani pedi, meet me at the Bevy
When we throw money, sh*t look like confetti (Money)
Shooters hangin' with me out the Chevy
White girl rollin' doobies like she Lil' Debby (Ayy, roll that sh*t)
Lost a legend, RIP to G-Dot
Smokin' like a teapot, I can't wait to rerock (My b*tch)
Got a ticket with me like a kiosk
Ballin' like a bi-yotch, flier than a peac*ck
And I'm ready for b*tches to diss me (Yeah)
Got that new-new, I ain't talkin' Nipsey (Yeah)
Takin' shots, you was already tipsy (pus*y)
Still finessin' the game like a gypsy
Still rockin' Timberlands like I'm Missy (I be rockin' that sh*t)
It get sweet, bro pull up with that glizzy
Pockets on full but my feelings is empty (No hard feelings)