London Pound
Yeah, Machine, what up?
This a vibe
Cookin' Soul
Vacation house cost a quarter milli' for the week (a quarter mill')
From rubber bands on the wrist to VVs on the new Philippe (sheesh)
We got a different reach, I'm global plus your boy a mogul
A million pounds at the ranch house in Acapulco
Rare Polo and vintage lenses, I'm whippin' Benzes (skrrt, skrrt)
Rest in peace, they killed my lil' homie for his necklace (damn)
Dom Pérignon, all this shit I smoke is strong (Gelati)
Mow the lawn, the snakes in the mix, I want 'em gone (I want 'em gone)
I'm out in Brooklyn moving, just broke the digi' scale
They broke, they wanna see me fail, 'cause their bag is stale (that shit is wack)
Crab cakes and cocaine, convos with the real cartel (what's up, papa?)
This shit fly, the work your plug got is hard to sell
Conway, I'm on one, a hundred in my carry-on (in my carry-on)
The fast life is beautiful, it doesn't last very long
NY, we ready, branded baggies in my telly, yeah
Bulletproof Chevy and my shooter's hand steady (woo)
Yeah, talk your shit, playboy, hah
I mean we runnin' this shit right now, haha
We got somethin' special on the way too, hmm
Look
Came up movin' 62s, makin' raw sales (uh-uh)
Baking soda in that pot, it make that raw swell (hit up)
We ran it up, that money doing cartwheels (uh-uh)
Cake me jake, I don't let time imagine how my dawg feel (free the brodie, yeah)
We at Nobu eatin' crabs, you know, the soft shell (we eatin' good)
Whole lot of Gelati, I keep my cigar filled (smokin')
Scorpion stamp all in them bricks, that's from the cartel (uh-huh)
Bag heavy, pick it up, it feel like I'm liftin' barbells, yeah (hahaha)
Yeah, turkey Backwoods, smokin' out the pound (cap)
London pound wrapped in my vibe, I don't fuck around (uh-uh)
Fuck around, one of my guys come and buck you down (boom boom boom boom)
Gun you down, shoot up your corner with a hundred rounds, yeah (brrt)
Yeah, the sound provided by Cookin' Soul (uh-huh)
Came in this game from out of nowhere and I took control (I took shit over, nigga)
Rockin' my jewels, I'm goin' to see one of my Brooklyn hoes (I'm on my way, baby)
A hundred thousand last month, that's just from bookin' shows (hah)
My bro just took a loss, it hurt him to his soul (damn)
He lost a hundred, UPS workers done took his load (niggas grimy)
Yeah, we came a long way from cookin' Os (facts)
Now it's a driveway full of foreigns, bitch, look at those, woah
You niggas broke, I can tell
I'm 'bout to drop this new shit and it got that GOAT album feel
You niggas talkin' all spicy, well, how much did your album sell? (nothin')
Nigga, I would've still had the bag (uh) if I ain't have no album deal, for real (hah), yeah
This a vibe
Cookin' Soul
Vacation house cost a quarter milli' for the week (a quarter mill')
From rubber bands on the wrist to VVs on the new Philippe (sheesh)
We got a different reach, I'm global plus your boy a mogul
A million pounds at the ranch house in Acapulco
Rare Polo and vintage lenses, I'm whippin' Benzes (skrrt, skrrt)
Rest in peace, they killed my lil' homie for his necklace (damn)
Dom Pérignon, all this shit I smoke is strong (Gelati)
Mow the lawn, the snakes in the mix, I want 'em gone (I want 'em gone)
I'm out in Brooklyn moving, just broke the digi' scale
They broke, they wanna see me fail, 'cause their bag is stale (that shit is wack)
Crab cakes and cocaine, convos with the real cartel (what's up, papa?)
This shit fly, the work your plug got is hard to sell
Conway, I'm on one, a hundred in my carry-on (in my carry-on)
The fast life is beautiful, it doesn't last very long
NY, we ready, branded baggies in my telly, yeah
Bulletproof Chevy and my shooter's hand steady (woo)
Yeah, talk your shit, playboy, hah
I mean we runnin' this shit right now, haha
We got somethin' special on the way too, hmm
Look
Came up movin' 62s, makin' raw sales (uh-uh)
Baking soda in that pot, it make that raw swell (hit up)
We ran it up, that money doing cartwheels (uh-uh)
Cake me jake, I don't let time imagine how my dawg feel (free the brodie, yeah)
We at Nobu eatin' crabs, you know, the soft shell (we eatin' good)
Whole lot of Gelati, I keep my cigar filled (smokin')
Scorpion stamp all in them bricks, that's from the cartel (uh-huh)
Bag heavy, pick it up, it feel like I'm liftin' barbells, yeah (hahaha)
Yeah, turkey Backwoods, smokin' out the pound (cap)
London pound wrapped in my vibe, I don't fuck around (uh-uh)
Fuck around, one of my guys come and buck you down (boom boom boom boom)
Gun you down, shoot up your corner with a hundred rounds, yeah (brrt)
Yeah, the sound provided by Cookin' Soul (uh-huh)
Came in this game from out of nowhere and I took control (I took shit over, nigga)
Rockin' my jewels, I'm goin' to see one of my Brooklyn hoes (I'm on my way, baby)
A hundred thousand last month, that's just from bookin' shows (hah)
My bro just took a loss, it hurt him to his soul (damn)
He lost a hundred, UPS workers done took his load (niggas grimy)
Yeah, we came a long way from cookin' Os (facts)
Now it's a driveway full of foreigns, bitch, look at those, woah
You niggas broke, I can tell
I'm 'bout to drop this new shit and it got that GOAT album feel
You niggas talkin' all spicy, well, how much did your album sell? (nothin')
Nigga, I would've still had the bag (uh) if I ain't have no album deal, for real (hah), yeah
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Writer(s): Demond Price, David Garci-nuno
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