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