YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Cook Dope Lyrics

(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
Nigga, I'm just a money gettin' motherf*cker
Ooh

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3Three
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

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, f*ck nigga, I ain't goin' broke for nothin'
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 f*ck, 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

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3Three
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 (come on, man, come on)
Just one show, they pay me damn near one million
When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

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 f*ck '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

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3Three
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

Up my gun on all they ass