Batches & Cookies

[Chorus: Lizzo] I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? [Verse 1: Lizzo] Remember that gooey, gooey you took and said, "Ooh wee, ooh wee" I need two or two-ee of these, for my baby boo-ee ooh-ee Talking like boobies, you got a nice pair like some boobies And you high off that doobie, doobie with your Mystery Machine (Scooby) Feeling bad? Well you should be, BP don't make nothing cheapie Hanging with them creepy creepies, I sitting in back with PPs Lookin' holy holy while looking through them holy holies Holy guacamole, you got that gooey, now you a phony [Chorus: Lizzo] I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? [Verse 2: Sophia Eris] Outside of the club And I'm drip-drip-dripping sugar-sweet Cinnamon on skin with the hooligans Y'all came to rock, and we came to, ah Put a sting in her lips, bring fire to the eye Go on, take a sip, got milk in her thighs Saw a dude on the side and he gave me some green tube, too bad my high prices for the Dream, dream, what does it mean? It means a thing to take from me Unless it's just some DMT that's all up in my energy Yup, yup, go on place that bet If you wanna come test in the mama's nest With a bullet vest and curious chest Got the ammo on the brain, but I hide the best Hey, I'm pumped up call me dough-cooking Gooey salty soul tookin', batches in a row lookin' Magic as all hell, we livin', never ever will we give in To a wack beat fuck with Lazerbeak in these mad streets Get it, go there and we give it, haters will forbid it They fall into the minutes because of imagination Now the ones who in the nation, we the ones who need escapin' Then we find some new ovens and we made it [Verse 3: Lizzo] Sixpence and none on the richer Cut a nigga up and hung him like Jack the Ripper Undo your zipper, get on your knees And get ready for the industry in a nutshell (Get it?) Them goods don't get got if it's the only thing you got Better keep them in that hot black pot, ah The only thing colder than the local talent, are the winter Thrift store shopping, look like Anna Wintour You ain't gotta ask about it 'cause I been hurr Ridin' in them chariots like we in Ben Hur Yah sure, ya know, yah sure, ya know, ya sure, ya know Rappin' and rappin' and I been steadily stackin' I put these niggas in napkins and tuck 'em down for a nap And apologies to the Capitol because I don't pay my capital And if you happen to hear this then just pretend that you didn't at all, stall [Chorus: Lizzo] I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? [Outro: Lizzo] Ooh, goo, cookies, cream Ooh, goo, cookies, cream