Lyrics
You gotta hold your nose when I'm cheffin' up in the kitchen
Now you could try to whip it, but you can't do it like this
I play the pot like basketball, cause it's out in the wrist
It's out in the midst, got the feets out in my shin
I got the burner on it low like I'm cookin' some grits
But I'm cookin' the feets, about three in the mornin', bruh
Cause I gotta have it past six to catch the mornin' rush
I bet I'm gettin' dough, it's jumbo with the kaya flow
And I cook it fast, yeah, but no meanin' to rock and roll
But it's hot, so I'm tellin' fiends, cop the rock and roll
Keep it lock and load in case these haters wanna stop the show
I'm the nigga that you see when your stock is low
But the rock'll blow, I'm on your heels like I'm Dr. Seuss
What I heard about it, nah, it's what I know
If you wanna do what the hooks say, then cop from woe
I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power
Hey nigga, we like him I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power
I'm the bunny power Hey nigga, we like him
I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power
Hey nigga, we like him I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power
I'm the bunny power Hey nigga, we like him
I'm the bunny power
No time for games, gotta spit that heat, kill it with no hesitation
Throwin' money out the window, that's why them niggas hatin
Stab me in the back, rat-tat-tat-tat, I introduce you to Satan
Be pwned or be pwned, I be gone, see the color light, I be raisin
Vroom, vroom, I may wanna stand back as them inches awaken
24 VS, D.O.H.C., you know what you be facin
Police took the money, I'm hungry, Benjamin's is what I'm tastin
Cold diesel on a track, drop a 16, no, I lace it
Criminal minded, yeah, you been blinded
Lookin' for a style like mine, you can't find it
True story, yo, niggas is not worthy
Greatest thing to NY since Joe Turri
Money pilin' up, his height is eight stories
Gucci, Fendi, hunted out in the morris
Gotta pour the best so you niggas is sorry
Gunshots, gotta duck, throw the cops a zombie
I'm the bunny power, I'm the bunny power
You know what it is, fam, you know it's too much, baby
I need a bigger house than this, though
Just got a great life, we got too much, too much, too much
My pockets get heavy now, I can't even walk
You see what it is? It's darkness, baby
So when I walk, understand I'm a walkin' promotion sign
I talk money, money is me, yeah
I'm in the kitchen, chefin' my vision from start to finish
My business is spittin', took quadruple my digits, you feel it
I flipped it from rags to riches, I switched it to staffing quickly
New York, I wreck my city, B-Crew, my burro's with me
Haters says to baby, so I'm screamin', fuck you, Benny, man
I ain't Leon Phelps, but yes, I'm still a ladies, man
And I ain't broke from shows, I give out 80 grand
Pockets so heavy in my pants, I could barely stand
Darkness, I'm back, you got cash, then bet that
Them brickbacks and brownbacks, believe we takin' all of that
So yeah, I'm takin' all of that, no, there ain't no fallin' back
Smack you with the hat, face cracked, have him fallin' back
It's not over yet, so you don't wanna get it started, man
Rock steady with my money, cause it's smooth as Charmin, fam
And you hear I switched the style up, cause all I do is stack dough and
Watch the money pile up
Thanks for watching
CHRISTOPHER WILLIAMSON
O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave