Cook Dope

[Intro]

(Berge always flexin')

They know I had, I had came from the bottom with this shit (Nah, for real though)

I came from the bottom, nigga (Bitch, cook)

You already know though

They blow shit up for nothin'

It ain't nothin' to get that money

Nah, I'm just a reason to get money, motherfucker

Ooh

[Chorus]

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me

Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3

Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me"

"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"

I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions

Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (Haha, come on)

Just one show, they pay me damn near one million

When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

[Verse 1]

I buy that ho Michael Kors, Fendi purse, Michael Jordans

They don't like to see me stuntin', I pull up and I act retarded

I got all these diamonds on me, big money, keep it comin'

Don't know how I got all this money, fuck nigga, I ain't goin' broke for nothing

Had foreigns since I was sixteen and I'll put them gunners on you

And I always tell my ho, if she don't shine, I won't pop out for nothin'

Always tell my brother hundred thousand, I'ma keep him gunnin'

Bitch-ass nigga, come try somethin', I'ma fire on you in this Saint Laurent

Hit the gas, my Urus run, bitch, my wife just wait her turn

Make it sticky, we do that lightly, cryin' now, shit, get it done

Wake up, Birkin bag runnin', I came up straight out the slums

I told Shyne, "Don't put shit on her if it ain't a one-of-one"

Rich as fuck, I'm grandma baby, thought papa hated his grandson

I know how to take, break, and make it shake and do it right like dynamite

Will it pop or will it get my pockets right?

I was down and on my dick, I prayed on it like every night

Tryna get it right

[Chorus]

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me

Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3

Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me"

"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"

I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions

Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (Haha, come on)

Just one show, they pay me damn near one million

When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

[Verse 2]

Hold up, I pull up, leanin', swervin' on these Forgiatos

Got your bitch with me, tryna fit in, hit my Styrofoam

Skrrt, slow it down, now the bitch ain't takin it slow

Got the bitch on dope, she ain't complainin' no more

Got the bitch on froze, that's my ho, ho

Make the bitch feel good and treat the ho so cold

Take the bitch from out the hood and change her life on the road

I don't give no fuck 'bout what she doin', long as I'm puttin' this shit on

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, I told the bitch, "Cook dope"

Won't be long 'fore Meechy Baby probably walk through the door (Put your mask on, don't take it off)

I told the bitch, "Cook dope"

And I knew not to let that money hit my bank account at all

Since I was small

[Chorus]

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me

Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3

Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me"

"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"

I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions

Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (Haha, come on)

Just one show, they pay me damn near one million

When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

[Outro]

Put my gun on all they ass