Cook Dope

歌詞

(Berge always flexin') They know I had, I had came from the bottom with this shit (Nah, for real though) I came from the bottom, nigga (Bitch, cook) You already know though They blow shit up for nothin' It ain't nothin' to get that money Nah, I'm just a reason to get money, motherfucker Ooh Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3 Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me" "Whole damn brick, do a split for me" I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (Haha, come on) Just one show, they pay me damn near one million When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me I buy that ho Michael Kors, Fendi purse, Michael Jordans They don't like to see me stuntin', I pull up and I act retarded I got all these diamonds on me, big money, keep it comin' Don't know how I got all this money, fuck nigga, I ain't goin' broke for nothing Had foreigns since I was sixteen and I'll put them gunners on you And I always tell my ho, if she don't shine, I won't pop out for nothin' Always tell my brother hundred thousand, I'ma keep him gunnin' Bitch-ass nigga, come try somethin', I'ma fire on you in this Saint Laurent Hit the gas, my Urus run, bitch, my wife just wait her turn Make it sticky, we do that lightly, cryin' now, shit, get it done Wake up, Birkin bag runnin', I came up straight out the slums I told Shyne, "Don't put shit on her if it ain't a one-of-one" Rich as fuck, I'm grandma baby, thought papa hated his grandson I know how to take, break, and make it shake and do it right like dynamite Will it pop or will it get my pockets right? I was down and on my dick, I prayed on it like every night Tryna get it right Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3 Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me" "Whole damn brick, do a split for me" I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (Haha, come on) Just one show, they pay me damn near one million When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me Hold up, I pull up, leanin', swervin' on these Forgiatos Got your bitch with me, tryna fit in, hit my Styrofoam Skrrt, slow it down, now the bitch ain't takin it slow Got the bitch on dope, she ain't complainin' no more Got the bitch on froze, that's my ho, ho Make the bitch feel good and treat the ho so cold Take the bitch from out the hood and change her life on the road I don't give no fuck 'bout what she doin', long as I'm puttin' this shit on Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, I told the bitch, "Cook dope" Won't be long 'fore Meechy Baby probably walk through the door (Put your mask on, don't take it off) I told the bitch, "Cook dope" And I knew not to let that money hit my bank account at all Since I was small Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3 Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me" "Whole damn brick, do a split for me" I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (Haha, come on) Just one show, they pay me damn near one million When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me Put my gun on all they ass