Bookoo Bucks
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), wrists so slush
I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee
Taking shit back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle (Jungle)
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffle
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad
She gotta be humble (Humble, humble, yeah)
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), wrists so slush
I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee
I'm in a big body, Dior my sock body (Big body)
Shooters gon' ride 'bout me (Brrt, brrt)
Tell me what's your location (Brrt)
Mask up, no cases (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser (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
.223 hit him, it came out his belly (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
Flooded my mouth with [?], looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla (Skrr, skrr)
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather (Steppin' on shit)
Go cop a demon, I call it the devil (Go cop a demon)
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout [?]
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), wrists so slush (Rainbow)
I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee
Rock to a two-four, ain't talkin' Kobe (Two-four)
Nigga talkin' out his neck, I don't even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me (Let's go)
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like [?]
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't [?]
Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
Say hey, hey
Went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom
She came in bikinis (Came from the bottom, yeah)
We blow the top off the opp in a minute (Baow)
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings (No meanings)
Do that lil' slime
Chop it up like zucchini (Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
Oh woah (Chop, chop, chop, chop)
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), wrists so slush (Rainbow)
I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee
Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah)
I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush
Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush
I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee
Taking shit back to my old days, yeah
Fuckin this paper, no foreplay, yeah
I can't be caught out by no low stakes
When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah
I've been running this shit up with no brakes
Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah
Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah
Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah
Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle (Jungle)
I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle
You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffle
She got a ass, but she ain't that bad
She gotta be humble (Humble, humble, yeah)
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), wrists so slush
I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee
I'm in a big body, Dior my sock body (Big body)
Shooters gon' ride 'bout me (Brrt, brrt)
Tell me what's your location (Brrt)
Mask up, no cases (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Penthouse, no babies
Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy
Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser (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
.223 hit him, it came out his belly (Doo-doo, doo-doo)
Flooded my mouth with [?], looking edgy
Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra
Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla (Skrr, skrr)
Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather (Steppin' on shit)
Go cop a demon, I call it the devil (Go cop a demon)
I keep some green on me, talking 'bout [?]
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), wrists so slush (Rainbow)
I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee
Rock to a two-four, ain't talkin' Kobe (Two-four)
Nigga talkin' out his neck, I don't even know him
Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me (Let's go)
Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like [?]
Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't [?]
Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool
Say hey, hey
Went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist
Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley
Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini
I came from the bottom
She came in bikinis (Came from the bottom, yeah)
We blow the top off the opp in a minute (Baow)
Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings (No meanings)
Do that lil' slime
Chop it up like zucchini (Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop)
Oh woah (Chop, chop, chop, chop)
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), wrists so slush (Rainbow)
I'm too up, with two sluts (High)
I'm too up, give two fucks (High)
Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High)
Windows up, geeked as fuck (High)
Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot)
Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah)
Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah)
Oh wee, oh wee
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Semaja Zair Render, Raqhid Render, David Junior Ngcobo Nsikayesizwe
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