In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry (whip it) Woo, woo, woo, woo Keep watchin' me whip up, still be real and famous In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry (wroof) Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof) Trap nigga with the chickens

You better come on in my kitchen Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Well, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Ah, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again Oh, she's gone, I

On the scale, flip a bird, flip a bird, flip a bird In the kitchen In the kitchen (putting work) I will cop a key and put it on the scale Said I'm here for money making, I've done lost 'bout all my patience Beat almost all my cases, thought I'd covered

Baby, I'm so glad you're over here Now I get to show you all the things That I been wanting to show you for such a long time Don't say nothin' Picture this you and me in the kitchen babe, on the counter Feeding each other fruits babe Straight from there

Yeah, I love them strippers In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine So when I back back, I'm fronting on you niggas Let's play big bank take little bank You are looking at a shark in a fish tank When I'm in the kitchen, I make plenty cash Tell

Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail And I know the day is coming My luck will run its course Got to slow down with a woman Ride a faster horse If a bullet doesn’t find me They’ll let me rot in jail Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew

And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, Starboy I had a vision A vision of my nails in the kitchen Scratching counter tops, I was screaming My back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop you were hitting it And I shouldn't cry, but I love it, (I love

And when things are going crazy I'll be your shelter, baby Keep you warm and Keep you from the rain- hey, hey There is a place up the street It's a funky little place we can meet It's my house built for love From the kitchen to the basement, wall to wall

I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah Cookin' coke up, water whip that shit, yeah Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah Call your hoe up, she take all the dick, yeah I took four, I feel

Hang your jacket from the door There's thirty people in the kitchen Well come gather all around me There is something you should know There's no place quite like this place If we get it on the go So, pile your boots up in the corner And there's always