Still Cookin E

Aye bitch close that door. I love you baby. Yeah. Damn. Yeah. Walk through the trenches, no stick on me, niggas Know I'm one hunna. No cut on the orange Juice, bust 100 pack in the tub. Change clothes 'fore we hit the trap, hell nah We ain't smokin' nothin'. James Bond with the new Coupe, sippin' green juice, countin' money. Build a bigger brand, make 'em understand what this Shit really worth. Before I spend a bag, I think about it, make sure it's all worth It. Bought the bitch a bag, soft seven bags, Chanel. Latex gloves, whippin' up a half a kick, Bustin' jug early. Nigga I'll never tell. Nigga I am not a bitch. Can't do the time, don't do the crime, stupid Ass little nigga. Bullets jumpin' out the MAC-11, Oh no, man I gotta hustle for this. Twelve thousand for the cloud couch, blow up 'bout An ounce, niggas fuckin' with us. Uh. Damn. Goddamn. I'm cookin'. Mine. Yes sir. Sock it to me. I'm cookin'. Hit a lick, now a nigga up. Hold on bitch, this is not enough. I don't need a nigga doin' shit. Run up on me, I'll let you have Stay Ready, don't gotta get ready, so I keep the Four tucked. Bitch still on that cash shit, Cut a bitch off, I don't give a fuck. Bitch you know you gotta grow up. Bitch you know I done glowed up. Bend a corner then I load up. Mix it with the baking soda. Why these niggas wanna use me? Why you actin' like a groupie? Rug cost more than two G's. Twenty G's off two P's. Hold on, you ain't seen these. New bitch, big knees. She contact me, Vietnamese. Aye, doin' good. Pops hit, you know I gotta get it. Real estate, need another kitchen. Money got longer, dreams got bigger. Never lie to 'em, real trap nigga. Aye, aye, aye, aye, Damn. Goddamn. I'm cookin'. Mine. Yes sir. Sock it to me. I'm cookin'. Mine. Uh, goddamn. Yes sir, mine. Uh, Aye, aye, aye, aye, damn. Keep goin' in. Numbers. Sock it to me. Numbers. Mine. Aye, aye, aye, damn. Yeah. Shit. Mine. Oh no. Numbers. Numbers. Damn, damn. Mine. Shit. Doin' good. Yep. Damn.