Cookin Up

Lyrics

[Verse] That money all on my mind Bitch that money all on my mind I'm scheming on my plot they say my first verse was grind I'm highed up, I can't hear shit when I'm puffin' on that loud I'm reppin' that Soutside with all them golds up in my mouth Nothing but lean up in my cup Couple of guns under my couch Been in my grind mode for a while On this paper chase for miles You can find me in the cut where they cookin' up Find me in the cut If all else fails it's back to hustling Us ghetto kids ain't no strangers to that struggle A educated brother who flowing dummy I stay blunted you can smell that on my rugby Life jeezy, I don't owe them niggas nothing Not a dime, not a penny If it's fuck me then fuck ya Chasing that paper tryna dodge them undercovers She's such a lady but a freak in them covers I'm staring at that [?] on my Rollie I come a long way from flippin' yola Got them rap niggas nervous, I'm focused Shit I'm a spartan, a trojan, a soldier I'm better safe then sorry [?] up my toaster I like my kool-aid sweet and my bread toasted A hood nigga if you ever seen one A street nigga for life, yeah I be one [Outro] Yeah, but what that there, what that there Bitch, but what that there, what that there Bitch, but what that there, what that there Good Sense 2, 2, 2 Bitch, but what that there, what that there Bitch, but what that there, what that there Bitch, but what that there, what that there Good Sense 2