Cookin Up Lyrics

(Verse)
That money all on my mind bitch, that money all on my mind
I'm squeemin' on my plot, they say my first verse was grind.
I'm hired up I can't hear shit when I puffin on that loud,
I'm rapping at south side with all that goes up in my mouth
Nothing but lean up in my cup, cupping all guns under my couch
But then my grind moe for a while on this paper chase for miles.
You'll gonna find me in that cut where they cookin up,
Find me in that cut where they...
Here follow fells is back to hustling,
Her skato kid, say no stranger to the struggle,
Her educated brother who flaunt dummy,
I stay blunted, you can smell it on my rugby.
Like Jizzy I don't owe them niggas nothing,
Not a dime, not a penny, if is fuck me then fuck you,
Chasing that paper trying to dodge the motherfuckers,
See such a lady but a freaking them covers.
I'm staring at that real through my rolly,
Oh, I come a long way from flipping yola,
Got them rap niggers nervous, I'm focused,
Shit, I'm a spot in no in a soldier,
I'm a better safe than sorry roll with my toaster,
I like my Cool-Aid sweet and my bread toasted
A hood nigga if you ever see one,
A street nigga for life yeah I be one.

Auu, yeah but that there, what that there,
Bitch but what that there, what that there
Bitch but what that there, what that there
Good Sense II,
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 II.