Chicken Noodle Soup
Dreezy Lyrics

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808 Mafia
Yo
What the fuck is up, man?
You already know this Dreezy, we back in this bitch
And niggas askin' me stupid shit like, who my competition
Ain't no fuckin' competition
Y'all in 2018, we in 2020, man, y'all ain't on shit
Shout out my nigga Southside

That bitch is gon' have to come with it, for real
I ain't even fuckin' around no more, look

Pull in Neiman Marcus right before I spark it
Let the valet park it then I hit Chanel (Foreigns)
LA regardless, all my haters garbage
And they shop at Target or they findin' sales (Bums)
I'm the new wave, fuck what you say
Got the cross on me like D'usse (Uh-huh)
I keep a nigga with the deuce-deuce
Every hundred on me got a blue face (Blue face)
Bring the AC with the AP (Burr)
The type of bitch a nigga can't keep
Got the top down, sittin' waist deep
I'm like, "Can you see me?" They like, "HD" (You see me, ho)
Bad bitches who I fuck with
The rest, I wouldn't put shit past 'em (At all)
Used to want to be a good girl
Now I'm finessin' niggas like a rich pastor
First check I got was like 50K
Went and cashed it out and just laid in it (Laid in it)
I don't care where you roll spliffs
We just dump the ashes, let the maid get it (Ayy, clean that shit up)
Made a name but ain't chase the fame
Bitches trade respect for a paid gimmick (Fake ass ho)
They sent for me so I came with it
Competition feelin' like a game scrimmage (I'm winnin')
I'm up before the cock-a-doodle-doo
At night I make it rain like chicken noodle soup
Got your nigga jumpin' through the hula hoops
He gave me top at 2, I told him toodle-loo (Bye-bye)
Niggas cappin" like they really in the booth
But they just doin' somethin' 'cause it's cool to do
Heir to the two, shit old to me, it's probably new to you
I ain't goin' back to what I used to do (Never)
Bitches hatin' on me in an Uber Pool (Bum)
Fuck a nigga, man, I'm super cool
Brought my sis to LA on a Friday
Monday, she was like, "I flew to school"
They know she my sister so she cool in school
Gettin' money like a Jewish dude
Niggas switchin' colors like a Rubix Cube
All these bitches switchin', I'm like, "Who is who?" (Who the fuck is these bitches?)
Mani pedi, meet me at the Bevy
When we throw money, shit look like confetti (Money)
Shooters hangin' with me out the Chevy
White girl rollin' doobies like she Lil' Debby (Ayy, roll that shit)
Lost a legend, RIP to G-Dot
Smokin' like a teapot, I can't wait to rerock (My bitch)
Got a ticket with me like a kiosk
Ballin' like a bi-yotch, flier than a peacock

And I'm ready for bitches to diss me (Yeah)
Got that new-new, I ain't talkin' Nipsey (Yeah)
Takin' shots, you was already tipsy (Pussy)
Still finessin' the game like a gypsy
Still rockin' Timberlands like I'm Missy (I be rockin' that shit)

Think it's sweet, bro pull up with that glizzy
Pockets on full but my feelings is empty (No hard feelings)

Overall Meaning

In Dreezy's "Chicken Noodle Soup," she brags about her success and showcases her ability to outdo her competition. The opening lines imply that she's more advanced than her peers, as she declares that they're stuck in the year 2018 while she's already emerged in 2020. She then brags about her expensive tastes, noting her affinity for designer brands like Chanel and Neiman Marcus while belittling her haters for shopping at Target or buying items on sale.

Moving on to the rest of the song, Dreezy boasts about her ability to succeed in the rap industry, claiming that she's not chasing fame and doesn't need it to succeed. She mentions her early financial success after receiving her first paycheck of $50,000 and how she enjoyed lounging in it. She also addresses haters who try to discredit her by saying that she only has success because of paid gimmicks. Dreezy also proves that she is not just a one-hit-wonder, as she does not plan to return to her old ways.

Dreezy ends the song with more boasting and a warning to those who may try to cross her. She indicates that she's ready for any challengers who want to diss her, stating that she's still the queen of the game who can finess her way to the top. She even mentions that while she may be rich, her pockets are full, but her feelings are empty.

Line by Line Meaning

Pull in Neiman Marcus right before I spark it
I'm about to go shopping at Neiman Marcus before I smoke a blunt

Let the valet park it then I hit Chanel (Foreigns)
I'll let the valet park my car, then I'll go into Chanel and buy some expensive foreign fashion

LA regardless, all my haters garbage
I don't care what people in LA think of me because they are all garbage anyways

And they shop at Target or they findin' sales (Bums)
My haters shop at Target or wait for sales, they are broke and useless

I'm the new wave, fuck what you say
I'm the next big thing, I don't care what anyone says

Got the cross on me like D'usse (Uh-huh)
I'm wearing a necklace with a cross pendant like the one found on D'usse bottles

I keep a nigga with the deuce-deuce
I have a guy carrying a 22 caliber gun with me for protection

Every hundred on me got a blue face (Blue face)
All my hundred dollar bills have blue faces printed on them

Bring the AC with the AP (Burr)
I'm bringing my AP watch and my AC chain with me

The type of bitch a nigga can't keep
I'm the type of girl that guys can't hold onto for long

Got the top down, sittin' waist deep
I'm driving with the top down, and sitting so low that I'm almost touching the seats

I'm like, "Can you see me?" They like, "HD" (You see me, ho)
I'm asking people if they can see me, and they're responding that I'm high definition

Bad bitches who I fuck with
I only associate with attractive women

The rest, I wouldn't put shit past 'em (At all)
I don't trust the other women I know, because they are capable of doing anything

Used to want to be a good girl
I used to want to be well-behaved and moral

Now I'm finessin' niggas like a rich pastor
Now I'm manipulating guys like a wealthy religious leader

First check I got was like 50K
I earned my first big paycheck, which was around $50,000

Went and cashed it out and just laid in it (Laid in it)
After I received the check, I withdrew all the money and simply laid in it, reveling in my wealth

I don't care where you roll spliffs
I don't care where you smoke joints

We just dump the ashes, let the maid get it (Ayy, clean that shit up)
We throw the ashes wherever, and let the housekeeper take care of the mess

Made a name but ain't chase the fame
I became famous without intentionally striving for it

Bitches trade respect for a paid gimmick (Fake ass ho)
Women sell their dignity for money or attention, and I disdain those types of people

They sent for me so I came with it
People called for me, so I showed up ready to go

Competition feelin' like a game scrimmage (I'm winnin')
My competition doesn't compare to me, it's like a practice game for me

I'm up before the cock-a-doodle-doo
I wake up very early in the morning

At night I make it rain like chicken noodle soup
I throw so much money at night, it looks like chicken noodle soup raining down

Got your nigga jumpin' through the hula hoops
I have your man jumping through hoops for me

He gave me top at 2, I told him toodle-loo (Bye-bye)
He performed oral sex on me at 2 o'clock, and then I said goodbye

Niggas cappin" like they really in the booth
Guys are pretending they are actually working in the studio

But they just doin' somethin' 'cause it's cool to do
They are only doing music because it's trendy and popular

Heir to the two, shit old to me, it's probably new to you
I'm used to having a lot of money, so it's not impressive to me, but it might be to someone else

I ain't goin' back to what I used to do (Never)
I'll never go back to my old ways

Bitches hatin' on me in an Uber Pool (Bum)
Women are talking bad about me in an Uber carpool, but they are unimportant

Fuck a nigga, man, I'm super cool
I don't need a man, I'm cool on my own

Brought my sis to LA on a Friday
I took my sister to LA on a Friday

Monday, she was like, "I flew to school"
By Monday, my sister had flown back to school

They know she my sister so she cool in school
People know she's my sibling, so she's well-liked at her school

Gettin' money like a Jewish dude
I'm making a lot of money

Niggas switchin' colors like a Rubix Cube
Guys are changing allegiances or sides frequently and quickly

All these bitches switchin', I'm like, "Who is who?" (Who the fuck is these bitches?)
Women are constantly changing their personalities, and I can't keep track of who they are anymore

Mani pedi, meet me at the Bevy
I'm getting a manicure and pedicure, and I'll meet up with you at the Bevy

When we throw money, shit look like confetti (Money)
When we throw money, it looks like confetti flying around

Shooters hangin' with me out the Chevy
I have hired gunmen accompanying me in the Chevy

White girl rollin' doobies like she Lil' Debby (Ayy, roll that shit)
A white girl is rolling up marijuana like Lil' Debby would, and I'm approving of her skills

Lost a legend, RIP to G-Dot
I'm mourning the loss of G-Dot, a talented person in the industry

Smokin' like a teapot, I can't wait to rerock (My bitch)
I'm smoking heavily and eagerly anticipating the moment when I can sell my next batch of drugs

Got a ticket with me like a kiosk
I have a lot of money with me

Ballin' like a bi-yotch, flier than a peacock
I'm living a luxurious lifestyle, looking more extravagant than a peacock

And I'm ready for bitches to diss me (Yeah)
I'm prepared for other women to insult me

Got that new-new, I ain't talkin' Nipsey (Yeah)
I have new items, and I'm not referring to Nipsey Hussle

Takin' shots, you was already tipsy (Pussy)
I'm attacking someone who was already in a vulnerable position, and I'm calling them weak

Still finessin' the game like a gypsy
I'm still manipulating and outsmarting people like a wandering gypsy

Still rockin' Timberlands like I'm Missy (I be rockin' that shit)
I still wear Timberlands like Missy Elliott does

Think it's sweet, bro pull up with that glizzy
If you think everything is going well, you should know that someone might come with a gun

Pockets on full but my feelings is empty (No hard feelings)
I have a lot of money, but I don't have any emotional fulfillment

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jordan Timothy Jenks, Joshua Howard Luellen, Seandrea Sledge

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