LUKAKU

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Huh, huh, yeah Shawty know that, hm-hmm I can get this money, I can count it in like hm-hmm Shawty in the back of the crib, it be like "Hm-hmm" All my niggas countin' up the blue, I'm talkin' "Uh-huh" (Uh-huh, ayy, uh-huh, yeah) Bitch, I'm 'bout my blue, I feel like Nipsey (Feel like Nipsey), huh I been off the drink, I'm feelin' tipsy (I'm feelin' tipsy), huh Kamisaki on my chest, I'm feelin' crispy (Yeah, crispy) I thought I told you, I been stackin' bread like Jiffy (I thought I told you) I thought I told you, I got power like I'm 50 (I thought I told you) I thought I told, you could throw it like a frisbee (I thought I told you) I thought I told you, I can sing just like I'm Whitney (I thought I told you) [Pre-Chorus] Yee, yee (Yeah, yeah) Yee, yee (Ha, yeah) Yee, yee (Yeah, yeah) Yee, yee [Chorus] Baddie (Yee, yee) On me (Yee, yee, yeah) Ride it (Yee, yee, yeah) Pony (Yee, yee, yeah) Give me (Yee, yee, yeah) Coney (Yee, yee, yeah) Patеk (Yee, yee, yeah) Rollie (Yee, yee, yeah) Ricky (Yee, yee, yеah) Louis (Yee, yee, yeah) Try me (Yee, yee) Toolie (Got the tool) [Verse 2] Thought I told you (Told you) Got my racks up (Got my racks up) Now I'm older (Older) Gotta bend up, yeah, gotta fold up Yeah, it get colder, yeah, it get polar (It polar) Yeah (Yeah), okay (Yeah, okay) Countin' bucks, yeah, okay Fifty bucks, yeah, okay Feel like Giannis (Yeah, okay) I'm a Buck (Huh, okay) Like, where my cup? My pinky up Yeah, she say me too fancy Shawty pull up on me and say that I'm too nasty (Yeah) Cash yo' money, I can make it flip just like I'm— Cash yo' money, I can make it flip just like I'm Lashley I don't want a Mary or a Jane, I want a Ashley [Pre-Chorus] Yee, yee Yee, yee Yee, yee Yee, yee [Chorus] Baddie (Yee, yee) On me (Yee, yee) Ride it (Yee, yee) Pony (Yee, yee) Give me (Yee, yee) Coney (Yee, yee) Patek (Yee, yee) Rollie (Yee, yee) Ricky (Yee, yee) Louis (Yee, yee) Try me (Yee, yee) Toolie (Yee) [Outro] Uh-huh, yeah Shawty think I'm—, uh-huh I can get this money, I could talk, it be like, uh-huh Shawty in the back of the crib, it be like, uh-huh All my niggas countin' up the bread, I'm talkin'—
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- Cochise