Andy the Chef - Red Carpet Lyrics

La la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la
I'm on ya radio, now yall hear me tho
Talking Andy yo, hey I miss you bro
I'm on ya radio, now yall hear me tho
Talking Andy yo, hey I miss you bro
Cuz I came from the streets
To the red carpet
Got them models on they knees
And they can't get off em
For a nigga like me they gon do it often
And they tried to stop my streak
But that ended awfully
Cuz I really got them
Racks in the rental, black on the window
Had to put the bags in the back of the sprinter
Cuz I dash real fast with the gas on the floor
Gonna get up on my race and my brakes boutta go
Boutta put em in they place like it's tic tac toe
I click clack blow then count my dough
Track it slow, yall aint getting bread like this
Oh no, it's looking slow
Because I'm up now, like where have you been
But now you hit me back, cuz I'm making it
Wait now hold up listen, and I ain't tryna diss
But when I was in that kitchen, you was missing bitch
Gettin mad when I'm just spittin facts
Peep the game and then I'm sittin back
See how yall move and I ain't missing that
Y'all crazy if you think I won't address
Keep it real, cuz nah I don't pretend
Get it now like I need it then
Uzi shit I cut off all my friends
They on my dick like riding dick a trend
All because I'm lit
A nigga getting rich
And now they see me popping off
Like what the f*ck is this
And yall wont leave me 'lone
Cuz you see me on
Now they hit me on my cellphone
It's ringing like
La la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
La la, La la
I'm on ya radio, now yall hear me tho
Talking Andy yo, hey I miss you bro
I'm on ya radio, now yall hear me tho
Talking Andy yo, hey I miss you bro
Cuz I came from the streets
To the red carpet
Got them models on they knees
And they can't get off em
For a nigga like me they gon' do it often
And they tried to stop my streak
But that ended awfully
Now I'm really just like
F*ck what you say, can't touch my reign
Drip so hard like I'm walking the plank
Tryna eat up, finna stuff my face
I don't need ya, f*ck out my place
I spit these bars like braces
It's all a game til I break shit It's
Coming from different places
In every direction crazy
She want my bread, can't get my dough
Not a friend hoe that's a foe
That's two and two and bitch I know
You want my dick like bitch who don't
Off the rip I grip my guap
Want my shit she got me shocked
Hold up girl you must forgot
Wilt the Stilt I run the block
Them shawties want me now
Cuz they think I'll put em on
They greedy, wanna see me cuz my reputation grown
Them thotties tryna slop me, tryna give a nigga dome
They hit me on my cellphone, it's ringing like