Текст песни michelin star - Tyde

Yeah, heating up, I got some flows on the pot
Cooking up, I feel like Ramsay, no Grammy for this
I need me a little Michelin star
Speaking with Wiz and he told me the city is mine
2010 and I can't help but smile
That's the city, they think I'm the man
I'm throwing up signs, I'm just repping my town

If they got beef with me, tell them to throw in the towel
I just doubled my fuck, bent to K in a month
I don't care, ain't bragging, I'm wild
Girls in my DM, they can't assist
They stay on their knees, oh Lord, forgive them
Niggas try to be verbal hoes, I'm with them
They wear them shoppers, it's all for them
I heard bitches, they coming, they go for you
Somehow they coming, they long for me
My mama ain't proud of the words I rhyme

I guess she gonna be rich, I'm calm and blue
I need to cheddar the guava, whatever you call it
I get it and burn it
My ex used to sleep on a song that I wrote
This year I tripled her salary, okay?

I'm with my brody, my cody, my twin and my slime
I really can't be for no niggas who stay in their feelings
I really do not have the time
I switch it up, got some bitches in different continents
There's nobody so me like a Stanley Cup
I'm too sick with the flow, but I throw it up

And I, please don't waste my time
I was too far down, stay tripping on the girls who pay no mind
Now I got money, they switching up
5% tint on my windows, my women arise
When I drive and they come in clutch
And I got a lot on the line
I'm still repping my side, 20,000, it's gone on

Yeah, heating up, I got some flows on the pot
Cooking up, I feel like Ramsey, no Grammy for this
I need me a little Michelin star
Speaking with Wiz and he told me the city is mine
2010 and I can't help but smile
That's the city, they think I'm the man, I'm throwing up signs
I'm just repping my town
Yeah, if they got beef with me, tell them to throw in the towel
I just doubled my fuck, bent to K in a month

I don't care, ain't bragging, I'm wild
Girls in my DM, they can't assist, they stay on their knees
Oh Lord, forgive them
Niggas try to be verbal hoes, I'm with them
They wear them shoppers, it's all For them, yeah