Mandarin Yo Gotti & DJ Drama (Ft. Rich Homie Quan)

[Intro: Yo Gotti & DJ Drama]
(June, you're a genius)
Frrt
I Showed You So
DJ Drama

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Rich Homie Quan]
Chopstick, Benihana
Main a ten, been a hundred
PSD, lot of trauma
Angel wings, sad mamas
Chopstick, Taliban (Woo)
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

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
Rose Patek, leather band
'Member my first thousand grams
They was taxin' twenty-four, now I'm payin' Unclе Sam
Street nigga, different bracket
Twеnty mill' paid in taxes
Tryna get a B, fuck a hundred mill', so I can't be relaxin'
Malibu, Nobu, chauffer, but them chopsticks on me
SoHo been me, CEO, but that street shit in me
Break it down, bag it up
Money counter, add it up
Twenty year run, but I ain't had enough
Them pussy niggas still mad at us
Yeah, and we don't call 'em AKs, they chopsticks
Home of the triple cross, we call that a plot twist
This rap shit saved me
Weed plug Asian
Gotti, you ridin' in a Cullinan with a Drac', boy, you crazy