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Bookoo Bucks

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Bookoo Bucks

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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 need to 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 like relish

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

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 Griffith, 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

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