lirik lagu mad atcha – cookie money
[intro]
cookie money
boy, you h-lla tall
[verse 1]
i lost my daddy and my family at the same time
bro, my life been tragic, this a pain rhyme
acrobatic in them trenches with them dope lines
my lil’ brother on that sh-t, ain’t got no mind
never learned how to love, we just tote guns
sellin’ dope on the block, that’s how we had fun
a9 to beach street, that’s my day ones
i love you mick, when i was down, you let me hold some’
lil boog sellin’ weed so i sold some
i seen dub ridin’ clean, bumpin’ akon
cook posted in the paint like i’m draymond
.38 for them n-ggas tryna take somethin’
real b-tches stay down, f-ck a fake one
left the king, then she fell in love with a bum
you was all in your feelings, i ain’t mad at you
i’m gettin’ money on these b-tches, i just laugh at ’em
broke n-ggas jealous, quick to throw a bag at ’em
sneak dissin’ on the ‘gram, call ’em mad rappers
gold forgis on this benz, i’m a real trapper
havin’ orgies with her friends, b-tch, it’s real nasty
[chorus]
i saw the fake in you, why the f-ck you mad at me?
do what you gotta do, baby, i ain’t mad at you
i lost a few but found myself, now i’m real happy
it’s cookie money to the death, i’ma make it happen
a couple n-ggas went left, yeah, they changed on me
they say i owe ’em, they ain’t do a f-ckin’ thing for me
but i’ll blow ’em, b-tch, you know i’m rockin’ with a thirty
keep it real, i’ll never let a n-gga ho me
[verse 2]
just a skinny lil’ n-gga in the dope game
copped p’s ’til i learned to sell cocaine
real gas from the plug, call it propane
diamonds in my grill, put vogues on the mustang
lil ant got k!lled and my heart changed
ever since i seen his mama cry, i ain’t been the same
sippin’ syrup, smokin’ weed, tryna ease the pain
takin’ bands to the jeweler, tryna cop a chain
took some chances on the road ’til i copped a range
in the ‘telly, cookin’ c0ke in the microwave
really ballin’, lamborghini ’til the feds came
two-fifty for the bale, a couple hundred in the safe
started rappin’, yeah, a couple n-ggas laughed at me
want me to put ’em on, the same n-ggas mad at me
lil cook on top, now i laugh at ’em
smokin’ dope in this ghost, i just p-ss by ’em
[chorus]
i saw the fake in you, why the f-ck you mad at me?
do what you gotta do, baby, i ain’t mad at you
i lost a few but found myself, now i’m real happy
it’s cookie money to the death, i’ma make it happen
a couple n-ggas went left, yeah, they changed on me
they say i owe ’em, they ain’t do a f-ckin’ thing for me
but i’ll blow ’em, b-tch, you know i’m rockin’ with a thirty
keep it real, i’ll never let a n-gga ho me
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