Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money, artist - Cookie Money
Date of issue: 01.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money |
We cook dem chickens we flip dem chickens |
We like you, P. S. The way we ship dem chickens |
We cook dem chickens we flip dem chickens |
We like you, P. S. The way we ship dem chickens (cookie money) |
They tell stories in da hood about me |
Ask, lettin da bush whats good about me |
Call me, black breezy call me if you need me |
Big twelve on a bird leavin chickens breezy |
I tell stories man I tryna forgive |
Put it in a zip black bag cook it up like ribs |
I’m on the block on a 45 stacks safety all |
How you want it white cream live hard its all |
In the hood wit dem fens dey be addin to see me |
Dats why these otha rappaz talk hard but want to be me |
And I go to the church house and pray for the crack baby |
Cuz wit all day mama I couldn’t get da white Mercedes |
I’m a gangsta my nine, I stay lookin good |
And I’m straight from Uptown so I’m reppin da hood |
And I don’t talk on my phone at least I got dat belly |
Seen a deep car and baby dey still couldn’t get me I’m gutta |
When it comes to the chickens I flip em like gymnastics class |
You need it just ask I move em over dem yellow and taxi cash |
As far as the rack goes we tryna get black dope |
I just need a helicopter and a lack in a black ropes |
You know how the blacks roll dog look to my kinfolk |
Gotta live dog, but we grindin like we still for |
Nice wit da hustle iz well, and I’m known from da South |
To goes cold cuz like Sam I can sell |
Slangin these chickens cookies tryna get that dope |
And feelin blanks space wit hoes like tic tac toe |
Ups ain’t got enough trucks, its New No Limit to da finish |
And there’s Guttar Music comin up, so we |