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bout it bout it - cookie money lyrics

[intro]
go, go
bah, bah, rrah
money
mikemadethe808s
in the dig with a hundred of them, bump songs
with some ghetto -ss b-tches, fake b-tts on
it’s a pretty lil’ thot i wanna nut on
’bout no money, get the f-ck on

[chorus]
i’m puttin’ cheese on they head, call ’em aaron rodgers
cookie flexin’ on these n-ggas, f-cked they baby mamas
all these glocks got switches, they don’t want no problems
it’s no limit to this money, b-tch, i’m ’bout it, ’bout it
my lil’ brother catchin’ bodies, he don’t talk about it
chopper make him say, “ugh,” like his thoughts about it
take the soul out his -ss, rip the heart up out him
i’m on the block with my n-ggas, i don’t really party

[verse 1]
20 g’s on his head, call him aaron rodgers
i got a glock in special ed, this b-tch shoot r-t-rded
up in school gettin’ head, used to shoot up parties
stealin’ bikes off the bart, now it’s new ferraris
all this ice on my chest got me cold-hearted
bustdown on my wrist got your ho started
b-tch, it’s money on the floor, call it green carpet
bro, we knockin’ n-ggas down, we don’t think about it
they don’t even make a sound, we don’t speak about it
you can’t even come around if you ain’t got a body
graduated from the streets, we didn’t go to college
lost some n-ggas, shed a tear when i think about it
last dime luciano, n-ggas know i got it
i tried to keep it on the low but n-ggas know i got it
if it wasn’t for this rap, you wouldn’t know about me
if you trip, i got some n-ggas go to war about me

[verse 2]
put this cheese on your team, call ’em green bay packers
got some n-ggas do some drills, i just quarterback ’em
my n-ggas blitzin’ in the field, i just run up, pack ’em
i just speak on how i live, i ain’t really rappin’
them n-ggas tryna get a deal, they ain’t really trappin’
mama kicked me out the crib, i had to make it happen
n-ggas envy my success, they ain’t even clappin’
tryna reach for my neck, watch how quick i clap him
make a sucker disappear, we just call him magic
he had a wife and a kid, we just call it tragic
i give a f-ck how you feel if ameer happy
i’ll do a hundred years for my real family
brandy wine on this cougar, b-tch, this real candy
i just f-cked his baby mama, b-tch is real nasty
cookie money is an army, better yet, a navy
i’m goin’ broke if a f-ck n-gga try to play me

- cookie money lyrics

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