| Cookie Money
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| Boy, you hella tall
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| Ayy, graduated from that small shit, baby, dig me up
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| I’m too faded, wrecked my car, gotta pick me up
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| Mask on, who that kid that had that fifty tucked?
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| Yeah they showed up squad deep but it’s too many us
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| Everybody gotta eat, they ain’t feedin' us
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| Really got it out the streets, that was really us, yeah
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| Really got it out the mud, wasn’t too many options
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| Shit, now we got some options
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| Poppin', now we got options to play with
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| That Cookie RJ shit, LA to the Bay, bitch
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| Blazin', this sound like heat in the makin'
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| Bangin', whole team eat like a banquet
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| Flamin', bitch, ven aqui with that payment
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| Fragrant, dress in my sleep, no blanket
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| Statements, them only lead to arrangements
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| Dangerous, Cliffwood, squeeze 'til it’s vacant, ayy
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| Now we got options to play with, ayy
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| Ones that them opps ain’t gon' play with, ayy
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| Still got the drops, we don’t play fair, ooh
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| Throwin' bitches off the yacht in they fake hair
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| Graduated from that small shit, baby, dig me up
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| I’m too faded, wrecked my car, gotta pick me up
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| Mask on, who that kid that had that fifty tucked?
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| Yeah they showed up squad deep but it’s too many us
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| Everybody gotta eat, they ain’t feedin' us
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| Really got it out the streets, that was really us, yeah
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| Really got it out the mud, wasn’t too many options
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| Shit, now we got some options
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| Ayy, where you from, lil' nigga?
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| From the slums where you better keep a gun, lil' nigga
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| But them pussy ass niggas, I don’t fuck with those niggas
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| Red beam on this Glock, swear to God I won’t miss 'em, ayy
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| Late nights, mask down with the semi tucked
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| We’ll lay your ass down, nigga, give it up
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| Nigga take it all off like a strip club
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| Lil' Cook a big dog, nigga, dig me up
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| A hundred bands from a thot, bet I won’t kiss her
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| Nutted all in her mouth and you still miss her
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| I heard you bought that Louis bag, nigga, last Christmas
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| You a worker, I’m a boss, it’s a big difference
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| Graduated from that small shit, baby, dig me up
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| I’m too faded, wrecked my car, gotta pick me up
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| Mask on, who that kid that had that fifty tucked?
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| Yeah they showed up squad deep but it’s too many us
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| Everybody gotta eat, they ain’t feedin' us
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| Really got it out the streets, that was really us, yeah
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| Really got it out the mud, wasn’t too many options
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| Shit, now we got some options |