Cook Dope lyrics

[Intro]
(Berge always flexin')
They know I had, I had came from the bottom with this sh*t (Nah, for real though)
I came from the bottom, n*gga (b*tch, cook)
You already know though
They blow sh*t up for nothin'
It ain't nothin' to get that money
Nah, I'm just a reason to get money, motherf*cker
Ooh

[Chorus]
b*tch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3
Hold up, told her, "b*tch, cook dope, b*tch, whip thirty-six for me"
"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"
I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions
Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young n*gga (Haha, come on)
Just one show, they pay me damn near one million
When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

[Verse 1]
I buy that ho Michael Kors, Fendi purse, Michael Jordans
They don't like to see me stuntin', I pull up and I act retarded
I got all these diamonds on me, big money, keep it comin'
Don't know how I got all this money, f*ck n*gga, I ain't goin' broke for nothing
Had foreigns since I was sixteen and I'll put them gunners on you
And I always tell my ho, if she don't shine, I won't pop out for nothin'
Always tell my brother hundred thousand, I'ma keep him gunnin'
b*tch-ass n*gga, come try somethin', I'ma fire on you in this Saint Laurent
Hit the gas, my Urus run, b*tch, my wife just wait her turn
Make it sticky, we do that lightly, cryin' now, sh*t, get it done
Wake up, Birkin bag runnin', I came up straight out the slums
I told Shyne, "Don't put sh*t on her if it ain't a one-of-one"
Rich as f*ck, I'm grandma baby, thought papa hated his grandson
I know how to take, break, and make it shake and do it right like dynamite
Will it pop or will it get my pockets right?
I was down and on my di*k, I prayed on it like every night
Tryna get it right
[Chorus]
b*tch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3
Hold up, told her, "b*tch, cook dope, b*tch, whip thirty-six for me"
"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"
I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions
Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young n*gga (Haha, come on)
Just one show, they pay me damn near one million
When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

[Verse 2]
Hold up, I pull up, leanin', swervin' on these Forgiatos
Got your b*tch with me, tryna fit in, hit my Styrofoam
Skrrt, slow it down, now the b*tch ain't takin it slow
Got the b*tch on dope, she ain't complainin' no more
Got the b*tch on froze, that's my ho, ho
Make the b*tch feel good and treat the ho so cold
Take the b*tch from out the hood and change her life on the road
I don't give no f*ck 'bout what she doin', long as I'm puttin' this sh*t on
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, I told the b*tch, "Cook dope"
Won't be long 'fore Meechy Baby probably walk through the door (Put your mask on, don't take it off)
I told the b*tch, "Cook dope"
And I knew not to let that money hit my bank account at all
Since I was small

[Chorus]
b*tch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3
Hold up, told her, "b*tch, cook dope, b*tch, whip thirty-six for me"
"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"
I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions
Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young n*gga (Haha, come on)
Just one show, they pay me damn near one million
When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me
[Outro]
Put my gun on all they ass