Up In My Cocina - Rae Sremmurd, Swae Lee, Slim Jxmmi

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

Bitch 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 bitches 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

When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter?

Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina

Grab up hands, switch 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 class

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 Ike and Tina

New Pagani 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 grass was greener

Girls cheerleading, when they score, they try to cheat us

Wife-beaters and I’m sippin' Titos

Can’t you tell?

That shit was my niño

New moscino (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 fuck with the Sremms, she want G-Lo

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 (fuck it)

Mamma mia, tu eres bonita

Nothing but divas, up in my cocina

Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo)

I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm)

When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter?

Nothin' but divas, up in my cocina

Grab up hands, switch 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 class