Rae Sremmurd - Up In My Cocina Lyrics
[Intro]EarDrummers[Verse 1: Swae Lee]Yeah, ice everything, I need a figure skaterEating five-star meals, tipping waitersPJ, skip commercial flights, that's no delayingI had too many guests, my neighbors start complainingSun beaming, my chains jingling, I'm chinky (chink)***** so pink, broke hoes freak meB.Y.O.B., can't backwash in my drinksMissed it if you blink, smell the purp, she winkBad *****es R.S.V.PYes, I gotta switch the swag four times a week (four times)Mamma mia, I didn't even see herNew six-seater, see ya, would not wanna be ya[Chorus: Swae Lee]When I land in the sand, where's my greeter?Nothin' but divas, up in my cocinaGrab up hands, switch hands, don't just lingerRock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singerEating clams, rolling gramsThe con man has other plansHelipad, dizzy by the time I landHelipad, I'm so done with first class[Verse 2: Swae Lee]With a bag and a baddie like SelenaMamma mia, cash flipping, tortillaThrough the path, to the stash where I postI go via Sprinter or limousine-aGet the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave yaSo much dough, we hopped in the pizzeriaIt's all good 'cause I'm smoking aloe veraNext Top Model give me brain like NeutrogenaDon't just tear up, won't scream Ike and TinaNew Pagani and that big line greenerThrough a smoke screen, they don't even see usKick my feet up, if they bust down, hoe, just sleaze upWhen we got up out that slump, the grass was greenerGirls cheerleading, when we score, they try to cheat usWife-beaters and I'm sippin' TitosCan't you tell, that she was my niño[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]New moschino (check), I'll take that on DeeBo (gimme that)Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm CeeLo (yes!)Pardon my ego (hey), they won't jack my SteeLo (ain't no way!)Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let's do it)Say she ***** with the Sremms, she want G-Lo (woah)Marshawn Lynch, bust a play, I'm in beast mode (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'm a bachelor)College dropout, got the money, that's my masters (***** it, ayy)Mamma mia (hey), tu eres bonita (woo, woo)Nothing but divas (divas), up in my cocina (yeah, yeah)Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo)I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm)[Chorus: Swae Lee]When I land in the sand, where's my greeter?Nothin' but divas, up in my cocinaGrab up hands, switch hands, don't just lingerRock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singerEating clams, rolling gramsThe conman has other plansHelipad, dizzy by the time I landHelipad, I'm so done with first class
