Chickens
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Whoa, whoa (Wheezy outta here)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Keep all my money, chicken
Whoa, whoa
Married my money, chicken
Whoa, whoa
Chickens, chickens (put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk is chickens, chickens (all I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Kitchen (yeah)

Sit down and stay down until you come up (yeah, yeah)
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck (yeah, yeah)
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row (yeah, yeah)
Without this Richard, my swag up to par (what you do?)
Over three M&Ms just on the car (yeah, yeah)
Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow (yeah, yeah)
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope (yeah, yeah)
Totin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't choke (what you do?)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
All the bitches, they calling me Chamberlain (Pluto)
New millennium, look like an alien (Pluto)
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in (Pluto)
I take off, see the fire out the tail end (Pluto)
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet (woo)
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless (yeah)
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches (what you do?)
I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish (yeah)
I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax (yeah)
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy (yeah)
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit (huh)
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers
(Wheezy outta here)
How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?

Chicken, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken
Chicken (chicken)
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool

Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner pack ('bout your partner pack)
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back (can't bring that back)
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back (lay on her back)
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? (do your opps die?) yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? (shots fly) yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still (get it to you still)
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel (won't fuck up the feel)
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail (dyin' or goin' to jail)
Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail (serve lows with my daddy)
I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy

Chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken
Chicken (chicken)
All I want it is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool




Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah

Overall Meaning

In the song "Chickens" by Future, the lyrics are heavily focused on the rapper's love for money and his desire to acquire more. The repetitive use of the word "chicken" throughout the song represents money, which is often referred to as "chicken" in hip hop slang. In the first verse, Future states that he is keeping all of his money and has "married" it, indicating the deep attachment he has to his wealth. He also makes references to his lavish lifestyle, speaking about his Bentley truck and Richard Mille watch. In the second verse, Future describes himself as a drug dealer, discussing his past life selling cocaine and cooking crack with his father. He also speaks about his distaste for those who act like they have money but don't actually have any.


The chorus of the song features a repetitive chant of "chickens," which is accompanied by ad-libs from producer Wheezy. The verses include a range of topics, from excessive drug use to violence and murder. Future's lyrics are often cryptic and open to interpretation, but overall, the song is a representation of his pursuit of wealth and success in the rap game.


Line by Line Meaning

Whoa, whoa (Wheezy outta here)
Introductory sound


Keep all my money, chicken
I do not spend my money, I keep it


Married my money, chicken
I am heavily committed and dedicated to earning and saving money


Chickens, chickens (put up the rings)
I refer to my money as 'chickens,' and I celebrate their accumulation immensely, similarly to how a victorious boxer would celebrate after putting up his winning ring


Chickens, chickens
Repeating the idea that I perceive my riches as chickens


Chickens, chickens (pour that 'deine)
I again allude to my wealth as 'chickens' and celebrate by pouring champagne


All I talk is chickens, chickens (all I, all I talk 'bout racks)
I spend a significant amount of my time discussing and thinking about money and the wealth that it brings


Kitchen (yeah)
I have a passion for cooking narcotics, and I enjoy spending time in the kitchen


Sit down and stay down until you come up (yeah, yeah)
I am committed to staying focused and steady until I am at the peak of success


Go fuck an M&M up on the truck (yeah, yeah)
I am living a life of luxury and can indulge in tempting pleasures that are not easily accessible to everyone else


Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row (yeah, yeah)
I recently purchased a fancy Bentley truck


Without this Richard, my swag up to par (what you do?)
I am referring to the Richard Mille, an expensive watch, and suggest that my style and confidence rely heavily on it


Over three M&Ms just on the car (yeah, yeah)
I have spent over three million dollars on my car


Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow (yeah, yeah)
I am living my best life and enjoying all of the luxuries that come with it


Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope (yeah, yeah)
I am extremely wealthy and have no trouble mixing extravagant substances into my Sprite


Totin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't choke (what you do?)
I am carrying guns and hoping that my opponents do not choke/let me down


All the bitches, they calling me Chamberlain (Pluto)
Many ladies are reaching out and calling me their Chamberlain, a reference to Wilt Chamberlain's high number of partners


New millennium, look like an alien (Pluto)
I look unique and unusual compared to my peers, consistent with extraterrestrial beings


Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in (Pluto)
I will put a million dollars on the weighing scale and weigh my chickens (money)


I take off, see the fire out the tail end (Pluto)
As I take off in my plane, there will be a fire spewing out of my jet's tail end


Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I order my soldiers to load up their equipment and prepare for a journey


I maneuver, but I got a ratchet (woo)
I am shrewd and can avoid the law, even though I am carrying a firearm


Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (crash it)
I had a bulletproof car that could be destroyed, even after crashing it with force


When you dealing with demons, we careless (yeah)
We have no fear and are callous when dealing with extremely destructive and intimidating situations


Different levels to hitters and bad bitches (what you do?)
There are tiers of highly skilled hitmen and women with exceptional physical appearances


I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish (yeah)
I am high and inebriated, which led me to eat and 'smash' a catfish


I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax (yeah)
I was under the influence and took Xanax pills to stop myself from getting too high


I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy (yeah)
I need to cut back on my usage of ecstasy


I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit (huh)
I have been contemplating leaving the lifestyle that I currently have and pursuing a more peaceful existence


On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
I am illegally driving on the expressway, and the police cannot catch me


Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
I cannot go anywhere without first pouring codeine syrup into my mixture


Get together in leather and cut it up
I attend gatherings and parties with my luxurious leather attire and socialize with my fellow colleagues


Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
I have dark-colored luxury cars, a reference to the Black Panther comic's mythical African nation of Wakanda


And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summer
We are here to stay and will continue to recklessly enjoy our lives every summer


Like when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers
I remember the times when I used to sell drugs in hazardous zones; these memories drive me crazy.


(Wheezy outta here)
Wheezy is leaving the premises


How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?
How are you doing, what are you involved in?


Chicken, chickens
My wealth or money


Chicken, chicken
More references to my money


Chicken (chicken)
Continued reference to money


All I want is chicken, chicken
I am fully dedicated to earning and accumulating more money


Chicken, yeah
Again, wealth or money


Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
I am continually tearing things apart and creating chaos


Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
I am never leaving my home without my weapon


Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner pack ('bout your partner pack)
You do not have any courage but are constantly claiming to be a partner in a dangerous situation


On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
I am always carrying money with me, even when I travel across state lines


This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back (can't bring that back)
These are not the times of Jeezy or Young Jeezy, where you can return to your previous lifestyle and undo the consequences


Slime language, phone might be tapped
The phone I'm using might be wiretapped by the police


Five racks make her lay on her back (lay on her back)
I can easily pay five thousand dollars for a lady to engage in sexual acts


Pop me another one, try and relax
I need to take another pill to calm down and relax


Save the opinions, I just want the facts
I do not want to hear your ideas or reactions, just the pure objective truth


Do your opps die? (do your opps die?) yeah, all the goddamn time
Do you kill your opponents? Yes - the majority of the time.


Do them shots fly? (shots fly) yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
Do you use multiple firearms? Yes, and I aim for the arm, chest, neck, and even the head


How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?
What is the minimum amount I have to buy to attain the price of twenty-five thousand?


I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still (get it to you still)
I am the authentic source of drugs, and I can still get them to you if you are interested.


This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel (won't fuck up the feel)
This is pure cocaine, and adding soda will not ruin the high or experience that comes with it.


Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
I used distilled vinegar, also known as 'Hank,' to cook my narcotics and keep the smell from spreading.


Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
I remove a portion of the narcotics from a certain area, and I know where other people drop off their drugs because they cannot keep it a secret.


On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail (dyin' or goin' to jail)
On my turf, I am similar to the late Tupac but will not die or serve prison time.


Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail (serve lows with my daddy)
I used to sell drugs on the street with my father, where he established his area of dominance, while I handled the distribution.


I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
I found a wealthy and thriving life within my drugs business, and now possess an extravagant Audemars Piguet watch.


She know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy
Although she is aware that I have significant financial resources, she is continuously upset, and I am forced to pay her to leave.


Chicken, chickens
Again, referring to my money and wealth


Chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken
Still speaking of my chickens (money) and Wheezy leaving


All I want it is chicken, chicken
I am only interested in accumulating more money


Yeah, yeah, chicken
Once again speaking of my wealth


Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah
A combination of the words 'yeah' and 'kitchen,' which could be interpreted in various ways.




Lyrics ยฉ Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Dylan Taylor Cleary-Krell, George A. III Stone, Nayvadius Wilburn, Wesley Tyler Glass

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@FreddieLovelady

[Intro: Future]
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Married my money, chicken
Woah, woah

[Chorus: Future]
Chickens, chickens (Put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens (Pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk is chickens, chickens (All I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Kitchen

[Verse 1: Future]
Sit down and stay down until you come up
Go fuck an M&M up on the truck
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row
Without this Richard, my swag up to par
Over three M&Ms just on the car
Ballin' like everyday, night 'til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope
Totin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't chokะต
What you do? Hey, hey, hey, hะตy, hey, hey, hey
Hundred bitches, they calling me Chamberlain
New millennium, look like an alien
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in
I take off, see the fire out the tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (Crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches
I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish
I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
And ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches, know a nigga go bonkers
How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?

[Chorus: Future]
Chicken, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, chicken
Chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool

[Verse 2: EST Gee]
Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner pack
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? Yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? Yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
How much more I gotta buy to get the price to twenty-five?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail
Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail
I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy

[Chorus: Future]
Chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken , chicken
Chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken
Chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens
Chicken, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Future]
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool

[Outro: Future]
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah



All comments from YouTube:

@SulemanImran

Cant lie. When filly and m huncho was saying โ€œchickens chickens chickensโ€โ€ฆ.. yeah best believe I paused the podcast and now Iโ€™m here. Bless ๐Ÿ˜‚

@greez521

Trust me๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚I get what theyโ€™re saying

@PeakPotentialPath10

Haha here we go, did the same bro. The song is hard though ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿคฃ

@rileyfreeman2086

๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ exactly why Iโ€™m here

@rileyfreeman2086

Mid podcast๐Ÿ˜‚

@mickyhayes2586

22:53 minutes in the Prodcast and Iโ€™ve ended up here ๐Ÿ˜ญ

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@tytylerty8264

Beat is incredible, album is incredible, Future and EST Gee need to link up all the time!

@t_____cole7847

I promise!

@marleymcfly3935

๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿ—ฃ

@xxunknownwrldxx9276

Shoutout Dezzy Wright & Wheezy

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