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)

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    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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