Hey, get the fuck up out my kitchen Don't worry 'bout what I'm up in here fixin' I'll call yo' ass in a minute Don't be buggin' me, I'm cookin', it ain't finished (nigga, it ain't ready yet) It ain't mixed yet All you gotta know is it ain't mixed yet Now, I'm tide of you niglets askin' me where’s the new music You'll get it when I release it, and mixing it's a whole process Ma'am, sir, get out of my face You'll be a happy camper when this shit drop Buggin' me will only prolong the results Man, these niggas full of shit they need a smooth mover Take yo' constipated ass over to whole foods You couldn't fuck wit' me without the use of autotune And yo' girl huggin' up on me like: Rand, you smell good I know that you been waitin', overflowin' with impatience But I wouldn't never let yo' ass starve, wait Just give it a few moments 'cause the shit still in the oven It'll be worth it when it gets done, ding Hey, get the fuck up out my kitchen (kitchen) Don't worry 'bout what I'm up in here fixin' I'll call yo' ass in a minute Don't be buggin' me, I'm cookin', it ain't finished (nigga, it ain't ready yet) It ain't mixed yet All you gotta know is it ain't mixed yet