Bookoo Bucks lyrics

[Intro]
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

[Chorus: Nasty C]
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrist on slush
I'm too up, with two sl*ts (High)
I'm too up, give two f*cks (High)
Up the pump, b*tch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as f*ck (High)

[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
n*ggas steady talkin' like they know me (Ooh, woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh, woah, woah)
Ohh-wee, ohh-wee

[Verse 1: Nasty C]
Take this sh*t back to my old days, yeah
f*ckin' this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in they mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been runnin' this sh*t up with no brakes
n*gga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that n*gga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that n*gga ghost face, yeah
Touch down, ATL, long flight straight out the jungle
I walked out of customs and got to it
I don't play about that hustle
And you got a bag, but this ain't a bag
Yeah, this is a duffle
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad
She need to be humble (Humble, humble, yeah)
[Chorus: Nasty C]
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrist on slush
I'm too up, with two sl*ts (High)
I'm too up, give two f*cks (High)
Up the pump, b*tch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as f*ck (High)

[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
n*ggas steady talkin' like they know me (Ooh, woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh, woah, woah)
Ohh-wee, ohh-wee

[Verse 2: Lil Gotit]
I'm in that big body, Dior my side body (Big body)
Shooters gon' ride 'bout me (Brrt, brrt)
Tell 'em what's your location (Brrt)
Mask up, no cases (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I crave it
Keep sticks, got Glocks with lasers (Keep sticks), yeah
Go hard for my people
I keep a weapon, it's lethal
I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah (The bands)
Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message
Two-two-three hit him, it came out his belly (Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)
Flooded my mouth with veneers, lookin' edgy
Smoke out the back, then we sip all the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla (Skrr, skrr)
Steppin' on sh*t, yeah, my footprint be muddy (Steppin' on sh*t)
Go cop a demon, I called it The Devil (Go cop a demon)
I keep some green on me, talkin' 'bout like relish (On me)
[Chorus: Nasty C]
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrist on slush
I'm too up, with two sl*ts (High)
I'm too up, give two f*cks (High)
Up the pump, b*tch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as f*ck (High)

[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
n*ggas steady talkin' like they know me (Ooh, woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh, woah, woah)
Ohh-wee, ohh-wee

[Verse 3: Lil Keed]
Rockin' with two-four, ain't talkin' Kobe (Two-four)
n*gga talkin' out his neck, I don't even know him (Say what?)
n*gga talkin' fake ass, so tell the n*gga show me (Let's go)
Extended on the Glock, man, look like a arm
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffith, I ain't Opie
Told her put a lil' bit of molly on my tongue (Say what?)
Hey, hey (Hey)
Went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist (Talk to 'em)
Me and B Nasty, we slime in a Bentley (B Nasty)
Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis (Came from the bottom)
We blow the top off the opp in a minute (Woah)
Ya'll n*ggas' songs ain't havin' no meanings (No meanings)
Know that lil' slime chop it up like zucchini (Chop, chop, chop)
Ohh, ohh (Chop, chop, chop)
[Chorus: Nasty C & Lil Keed]
Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah, yeah)
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (We slatt, you digg?)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush (Yeah, yeah)
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrist on slush (Slimeball)
I'm too up, with two sl*ts (High)
I'm too up, give two f*cks (High)
Up the pump, b*tch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as f*ck (High)

[Post-Chorus: Nasty C]
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
n*ggas steady talkin' like they know me (Ooh, woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh, woah, woah)
Ohh-wee, ohh-wee