Mandarin Lyrics – Yo Gotti Ft. Rich Homie Quan
(June, you’re a genius)
Frrt
Chopstick, Benihana
Main a ten, been a hundred
PSD, lot of trauma
Angel wings, sad mamas
Chopstick, *** (Woo)
Chinese plug, Mandarin
Lie to me once, ***, you lost trust, you had a chance
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
Rose Patek, leather band
‘Member my first thousand grams
They was taxin’ twenty-four, now I’m payin’ Uncle Sam
Street ***, different bracket
Twenty mill’ paid in taxes
Tryna get a B, *** a hundred mill’, so I can’t be relaxin’
Malibu, Nobu, chauffer, but them chopsticks on me
SoHo been me, CEO, but that street *** in me
Break it down, bag it up
Money counter, add it up
Twenty year run, but I ain’t had enough
Them *** niggas still mad at us
Yeah, and we don’t call ’em AKs, they chopsticks
Home of the triple cross, we call that a plot twist
This rap *** saved me
*** plug Asian
Gotti, you ridin’ in a Cullinan with a Drac’, boy, you crazy
Chopstick, Benihana
Main a ten, been a hundred
PSD, lot of trauma
Angel wings, sad mamas
Chopstick, *** (Woo)
Chinese plug, Mandarin
Lie to me once, ***, you lost trust, you had a chance
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
Eighty-three thousand for the new teeth got a *** smiling
Check the *** car fast ’cause a lot of hoes got mileage
The DEA must’ve brought a skillet ’cause the judge want to fry me
I put that *** on every day, so RIP my stylist
Mama said that money startin’ to odor, boy, it’s smellin’ (Ayy)
And I know I’m walkin’ proof you can’t make money as a felon (Nah)
They selfish
Niggas I looked up to, now they jealous (What?)
Chopstick hit your spine and your pelvis (Oh, fah, fah, fah)
*** school, I was poppin’, I would never walk to school
Got the chopstick in my bookbag, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no food
Paper in my bookbag too, I’m lookin’ for space (Rich Homie)
I’m at that restaurant in Buckhead where they cook it in your face
Chopstick, Benihana
Main a ten, been a hundred
PSD, lot of trauma
Angel wings, sad mamas
Chopstick, *** (Woo)
Chinese plug, Mandarin
Lie to me once, ***, you lost trust, you had a chance
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
In the hood, we don’t call ’em AKs, boy, we call ’em chopsticks
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Chopsticks
Chopsticks