Cheffin' this shit, my job
Business man, girl look at my card
Ooh la la, he got that sauce
A1, got that Michelin star (Mwah)
Chef's kiss, then I au-revoir
No breakfast, exit
Dippin' out hard
Neighbors say "please turn that off"
They must not know who I are

(Okay)

Cheffin' this shit, my job
Business man, girl look at my card
Ooh la la, he got that sauce
A1, got that Michelin star (Mwah)
Chef's kiss, then I au-revoir
No breakfast, exit
Dippin' out hard
Neighbors say "please turn that off"
They must not know who I are

You must know who I is
I walk in, they hide they chick
You walk in, they hide they kids
They don’t know 'bout you, you ride they dick
I don’t gotta wait until Friday shit
Bro, I decide what’s my dayshift
Fire myself on Sunday then rehire myself on Monday
Bitch, I'm Gordon Ramsey
This shit raw as fuck
You can’t afford the pantry
She said “you so fine” I made her
Floor the panties
Rappers scoring xannies
Blew her back out for so long
I think I tore a hammy

(Shut the fuck up)

Cheffin' this shit, my job
Business man, girl look at my card
Ooh la la, he got that sauce
A1, got that Michelin star (Mwah)
Chef's kiss, then I au-revoir
No breakfast, exit
Dippin' out hard
Neighbors say "please turn that off"
They must not know who I are

(Okay)

Cheffin' this shit, my job
Business man, girl look at my card
Ooh la la, he got that sauce
A1, got that Michelin star (Mwah)
Chef's kiss, then I au-revoir
No breakfast, exit
Dippin' out hard
Neighbors say "please turn that off"
They must not know who I are
Fuck Bill O’ Reilly, bitch I really do it live
You a bot, cut a rookie out the game like I’m in chopped
Red dot, it’s no bounty on my head yea, it’s a red dot
I put on for my city and we takin’ headshots
Fuck a hater take off the makeup
I’m hot sun, radiator
I’m a top gun, not one aviator
That could fly this smooth, I ain’t fooled
I could school these rappers they my students like I’m ras Al ghoul
Half my songs is something that your grandma prolly cha cha too

I’m Gordon Ramsey
This shit raw as fuck
You can’t afford the pantry
She said “you so fine” I made her
Floor the panties
Rappers scoring xannies
Blew her back out for so long
I think I tore a hammy

(Shut the fuck up)