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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Stirring up that proof in the pan
White coat, black shades, I’m the man
Bone-white plates with the gold trim glow
Whole team eat when I say so
Butter in the pot, wrist game clean
Glass on the table, I’m too pristine
Paid in full, never need to front
Big dog move, I do what I want
[Pre-Chorus]
Step back, let the steam rise
Watch me work, got the real prize
Hands on gold, I don’t play small
One call in, then they all crawl
[Chorus]
Top cheff, top cheff
I serve it fresh
Top cheff, top cheff
Can’t do it less
Rich on rich, that’s the flex
Top cheff, top cheff
[Verse 2]
Double batch, got a cold new whip
Leather on the seat, and the wrist got drip
Sea bass laid on a black slate plate
Big talk dies when I set that date
I don’t chase, I get chose
Silk on the cuffs, fresh cut clothes
Same old grin with a brand new shine
Whole room turn when I draw that line
[Pre-Chorus]
Step back, let the steam rise
Watch me work, got the real prize
Hands on gold, I don’t play small
One call in, then they all crawl
[Chorus]
Top cheff, top cheff
I serve it fresh
Top cheff, top cheff
Can’t do it less
Rich on rich, that’s the flex
Top cheff, top cheff
[Bridge]
Ain’t no luck in the mix
I been built for this
Every move, I stamp it
Every plate, I bless it
[Chorus]
Top cheff, top cheff
I serve it fresh
Top cheff, top cheff
Can’t do it less
Rich on rich, that’s the flex
Top cheff, top cheff
Details
GeneratedJun 6, 2026
Duration2:08
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap rap with sliding 808s and crisp hi-hat rolls, bouncy half-time pocket, and razor snare snaps; verse rides sparse with cold bass and a looping synth sting, pre-chorus tightens with rising vocal stacks, chorus lands wider with gang ad-libs and a chantable hook. Close-mic lead with doubled phrases, pitched ad-libs, delay throws on key words, filtered risers into drops, glossy and hard-hitting mix., rap, rich
Credits
Prompt byTurboNova803
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Cooking up dope in the kitchen top cheff on some rich shit flex trap rap
