Chef - Rags Lyrics

Cash all on my mind in the morning and in my stash
I been grinding so long time to relax
Kidding I'm on the gas for the digits
I'm pulling up fast no days off with the racks
Hungry for the money like my stomach bumping and grinding against my back
I'm a fiend for the hundreds I got it bad
Tried to shake off the habit but I done relapsed
So show me where the cheese at
Turned into a good check casher
Ducking laws to living lavish
I been moving up some brackets
Working hard to get established, uh huh
Perfect at this shit I shouldn't have to practice, uh huh
I was broke but now I say it in the past tense
Now the money flip its doing gymnastics
Elastic how it stretch I heard it make me more attractive uh huh
So I'm just gone keep snapping like a crab leg
Ain't worried cause my competition glass I'm looking past em, it's

Rags to riches never had shit and so now we brag
Cause the racks looking bigger nigga
The dash digital do the max no minimal
Spend it fast but faster with getting it back
I got em mad
Niggas all in they feelings I'm in my bag
Ain't got time for the giggles I'm tryna
Stack cheddar provolone mozzarella I'm spending it fast flipping and getting it back
I said it's rags to riches never had shit and so now we brag
Cause the racks looking bigger nigga
The dash digital do the max no minimal
Spend it fast but faster with getting it back
I got em mad
Niggas all in they feelings I'm in my bag
Ain't got time for the giggles I'm tryna
Stack cheddar provolone mozzarella
I'm getting it fast spending and getting it back

I got packs coming in and I ain't talk bout no abs
The money coming full circle running laps nigga
I'm on the track moving with it
You tryna keep up with us you making me laugh
Check the stats my numbers steady going up face the facts
They playing catch-up with everything that I had
Finished been done with it fore you did it
I been a grad before you stepped into this class
I keep my shit in tact
Not the one to lack, not a bandicoot
But she gone let me crash
Full throttle for the loot
Brakes I never smash
And if 12 get behind me it's still motherf*ck a badge aye
The young nigga with money got em mad right
Cause I'm stunting on em shining like a flashlight
And my pockets got a tape worm appetite
Bringing home the bacon cause I gotta keep em satisfied

We just getting it how we living, homie
From the bottom, I built up with the homies
Now the diamonds got their attentions on me
Expenses on me, the lenses on me
And niggas hating they just wanna be us
Got my own shorty tell yours to ease up
And we balling like we all in the league yuh
She know who we be yuh
It's W P yeah
Just getting it how I'm living dawg
From the bottom I built up with my dawgs
I just want the diamonds you can keep the flaws
All I ever do is ball and keep it moving y'all
And niggas hating they just wanna be us
I'm self-made I don't really need ya
And I always put on for the team yuh
You know who we be yuh
It's W P yuh

Rags to riches never had shit and so now we brag
Cause the racks looking bigger nigga
The dash digital do the max never minimal
Spend it fast but faster with getting it back
I got em mad
Niggas all in they feelings I'm in my bag
Ain't got time for the giggles I'm tryna
Stack cheddar up provolone mozzarella
I'm getting it fast spending and getting it back

Rags to riches never had shit and so now we brag
Cause the racks looking bigger nigga
The dash digital do the max no minimal
Spend it fast but faster with getting it back, yeah