Mandarin (Explicit)

Mandarin (Explicit) - Yo Gotti/Rich Homie Quan

Lyrics by：Mario Mims/Dequantes Lamar/June James/Darryon Aaron Bunton/Bokyu Kim

Chopstick Benihana

Main a ten been a hundred

PSD lot of trauma

Angel wings sad mamas

Chopstick Taliban

Chinese plug Mandarin

Lie to me once nigga 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 nigga 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 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 'p***y niggas still mad at us

Yeah we don't call 'em AKs they chopsticks

Home of the triple 'cross we call that a plot twist

This rap **** saved me

'Weed 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 Taliban

Chinese plug Mandarin

Lie to me once nigga 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

We call 'em chopsticks

Eighty three thousand for the new teeth got a nigga 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

Chopstick hit your spine and your pelvis oh fah fah fah

High 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

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 Taliban

Chinese plug Mandarin

Lie to me once nigga 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