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Get your money right. It's on. I'm rolling cookies out the cookie jar. Blues. Never was a doubt that I'd get this Far. Up there. You ain't seen your bitch since She seen my car. She's gone. Call up the goons and they bringin' The storm. It's on. Pull out the sweeper, make them ring the alarm. I, I know some girls bring that cash to The farm. Pull up to the mall and it's time to Ball. Snatch that Fendi suit right off the wall. My size shoes, yeah, I got 'em all. Standing on my money, yeah, I'm Yao Ming tall. I'm in the NBA, niggas ball all day. Dribbling state to state while I'm running these Plays. I'm a warrior nigga from the Golden State. Thirty hit you like Curry, I told you we Don't play. My nigga Dutch, he'll hit you, Shoot his shot like Klay. Don't play with my money, I need it andalé. I got the drop on him, I know where He lay. Where his bitch stay, his baby mama's Place. Your game cheesy, you shoulda stayed in your Place. You too easy, I can get you erased. It's on. I'm rolling cookies out the cookie jar. Blues. Never was a doubt that I'd get this Far. Up there. You ain't seen your bitch since She seen my car. She's gone. Call up the goons and they bringin' the storm. It's on. Pull out the sweeper, make them ring The alarm. I, I know some girls bring that Cash to the farm. Get your money Run it up. Numbers. Mm. Ayy, ayy. A M thing. Good Almost quit rapping-Yeah when the shipment Came. Brisbane. My square bitch taken. Hold on, hold on. Numbers. Mad. Did the 'Vette-with the orange in. Good Woke up this morning-Up made a smoothie With the bitch. Ayy, ayy, ayy, You can make A million racks-Ooh all about the wrist. Wrist. Bounce out, foot action like I'm poppin' Kicks. Every time I get bored, I cop another whip. Mad. I'm rolling the cut. Rolling the cut. I'm overly booked. Overly booked. Chopping the bush. Bush. Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy. Numbers. Making them look. Look. Three thousand a foot. Down. Good job. Pull up in the hood. Uh, mad. Thirty-five in the wood. Ayy, ayy. Numbers. I'm rolling cookies out the Cookie jar. Blues. Never was a doubt that I'd get this far. Up there. You ain't seen your bitch since she Seen my car. She's gone. Call up the goons and they bringin' the storm. It's on. Pull out the sweeper, make them ring The alarm. I, I know some girls bring that Cash to the farm. I'm smoking churros in a brand new Euro. San Francisco city, I'm a dope game hero. Dope game. I made 100,000, I'ma need some more Zeros. When I die, spray the wall with a Big burn mural. Burn. Me and Ryan hit Atlanta with some blue Bags. I feel like Frank White, I'm poppin' new Tags. New We ride around in a bulletproof van. Not your new bitch, I'ma check a few bands. Ask June how we rock, real Frisco. Frisco. Trappin' out to Sunset to Dispo's. I miss that Nadine and the champagne. And the champ. Bay Area, yeah, worldwide campaign. Let's go. I heard they got cookies out in Vegas. Out in Vegas. Reppin' 4Tay, I built the Club for all the players. All the players. Big paper, everything we do is Major. It's so big. You love it, bitch, I Made her walk the razor. Yeah, I'm burnin'. I'm rolling cookies out the Cookie jar. Blues. Never was a doubt that I'd get this far. Up there. You ain't seen your bitch since she Seen my car. She's gone. Call up the goons and they bringin' the storm. It's on. Pull out the sweeper, make them ring The alarm. I, I know some girls bring that Cash to the farm. Get your money Right.
Ronski, Larry June, Berner — Cookie Jar
«Cookie Jar» — Ronski, Larry June, Berner. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:57. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
