Bookoo Bucks

Lyrics

[Intro] (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) [Chorus: Nasty C] Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah) Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah) I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush Haters on hush (Yeah), wrist on slush I'm too up, with two sluts (High) I'm too up, give two fucks (High) Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High) Windows up, geeked as fuck (High) [Post-Chorus: Nasty C] Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot) Niggas steady talkin' like they know me (Ooh, woah, woah) Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh, woah, woah) Ohh-wee, ohh-wee [Verse 1: Nasty C] Take this shit back to my old days, yeah Fuckin' this paper, no foreplay, yeah I can't be caught out by no low stakes When my name in they mouth like it's Colgate, yeah I've been runnin' this shit up with no brakes Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah Touch down, ATL, long flight straight out the jungle I walked out of customs and got to it I don't play about that hustle And you got a bag, but this ain't a bag Yeah, this is a duffle She got a ass, but she ain't that bad She need to be humble (Humble, humble, yeah) [Chorus: Nasty C] Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah) Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah) I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush Haters on hush (Yeah), wrist on slush I'm too up, with two sluts (High) I'm too up, give two fucks (High) Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High) Windows up, geeked as fuck (High) [Post-Chorus: Nasty C] Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot) Niggas steady talkin' like they know me (Ooh, woah, woah) Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh, woah, woah) Ohh-wee, ohh-wee [Verse 2: Lil Gotit] I'm in that big body, Dior my side body (Big body) Shooters gon' ride 'bout me (Brrt, brrt) Tell 'em what's your location (Brrt) Mask up, no cases (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Penthouse, no babies Gucci down, yeah, I crave it Keep sticks, got Glocks with lasers (Keep sticks), yeah Go hard for my people I keep a weapon, it's lethal I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah (The bands) Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message Two-two-three hit him, it came out his belly (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo) Flooded my mouth with veneers, lookin' edgy Smoke out the back, then we sip all the extra Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla (Skrr, skrr) Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be muddy (Steppin' on shit) Go cop a demon, I called it The Devil (Go cop a demon) I keep some green on me, talkin' 'bout like relish (On me) [Chorus: Nasty C] Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah) Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah) I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush Haters on hush (Yeah), wrist on slush I'm too up, with two sluts (High) I'm too up, give two fucks (High) Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High) Windows up, geeked as fuck (High) [Post-Chorus: Nasty C] Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot) Niggas steady talkin' like they know me (Ooh, woah, woah) Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh, woah, woah) Ohh-wee, ohh-wee [Verse 3: Lil Keed] Rockin' with two-four, ain't talkin' Kobe (Two-four) Nigga talkin' out his neck, I don't even know him (Say what?) Nigga talkin' fake ass, so tell the nigga show me (Let's go) Extended on the Glock, man, look like a arm Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffith, I ain't Opie Told her put a lil' bit of molly on my tongue (Say what?) Hey, hey (Hey) Went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist (Talk to 'em) Me and B Nasty, we slime in a Bentley (B Nasty) Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis (Came from the bottom) We blow the top off the opp in a minute (Woah) Ya'll niggas' songs ain't havin' no meanings (No meanings) Know that lil' slime chop it up like zucchini (Chop, chop, chop) Ohh, ohh (Chop, chop, chop) [Chorus: Nasty C & Lil Keed] Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah, yeah) Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (We slatt, you digg?) I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush (Yeah, yeah) Haters on hush (Yeah), wrist on slush (Slimeball) I'm too up, with two sluts (High) I'm too up, give two fucks (High) Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High) Windows up, geeked as fuck (High) [Post-Chorus: Nasty C] Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot) Niggas steady talkin' like they know me (Ooh, woah, woah) Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh, woah, woah) Ohh-wee, ohh-wee