W.T.M. (feat. Woah & Co'Dizzle)

You gotta hold your nose when I'm cheffin' up in the kitchen Now you could try to whip it, but you can't do it like this I play the pot like basketball, cause it's out in the wrist It's out in the midst, got the feets out in my shin I got the burner on it low like I'm cookin' some grits But I'm cookin' the feets, about three in the mornin', bruh Cause I gotta have it past six to catch the mornin' rush I bet I'm gettin' dough, it's jumbo with the kaya flow And I cook it fast, yeah, but no meanin' to rock and roll But it's hot, so I'm tellin' fiends, cop the rock and roll Keep it lock and load in case these haters wanna stop the show I'm the nigga that you see when your stock is low But the rock'll blow, I'm on your heels like I'm Dr. Seuss What I heard about it, nah, it's what I know If you wanna do what the hooks say, then cop from woe I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power Hey nigga, we like him I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power I'm the bunny power Hey nigga, we like him I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power Hey nigga, we like him I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power I'm the bunny power Hey nigga, we like him I'm the bunny power No time for games, gotta spit that heat, kill it with no hesitation Throwin' money out the window, that's why them niggas hatin Stab me in the back, rat-tat-tat-tat, I introduce you to Satan Be pwned or be pwned, I be gone, see the color light, I be raisin Vroom, vroom, I may wanna stand back as them inches awaken 24 VS, D.O.H.C., you know what you be facin Police took the money, I'm hungry, Benjamin's is what I'm tastin Cold diesel on a track, drop a 16, no, I lace it Criminal minded, yeah, you been blinded Lookin' for a style like mine, you can't find it True story, yo, niggas is not worthy Greatest thing to NY since Joe Turri Money pilin' up, his height is eight stories Gucci, Fendi, hunted out in the morris Gotta pour the best so you niggas is sorry Gunshots, gotta duck, throw the cops a zombie I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power You know what it is, fam, you know it's too much, baby I need a bigger house than this, though Just got a great life, we got too much, too much, too much My pockets get heavy now, I can't even walk You see what it is? It's darkness, baby So when I walk, understand I'm a walkin' promotion sign I talk money, money is me, yeah I'm in the kitchen, chefin' my vision from start to finish My business is spittin', took quadruple my digits, you feel it I flipped it from rags to riches, I switched it to staffing quickly New York, I wreck my city, B-Crew, my burro's with me Haters says to baby, so I'm screamin', f*ck you, Benny, man I ain't Leon Phelps, but yes, I'm still a ladies, man And I ain't broke from shows, I give out 80 grand Pockets so heavy in my pants, I could barely stand Darkness, I'm back, you got cash, then bet that Them brickbacks and brownbacks, believe we takin' all of that So yeah, I'm takin' all of that, no, there ain't no fallin' back Smack you with the hat, face cracked, have him fallin' back It's not over yet, so you don't wanna get it started, man Rock steady with my money, cause it's smooth as Charmin, fam And you hear I switched the style up, cause all I do is stack dough and Watch the money pile up Thanks for watching