WIZ KHALIFA

WIZ KHALIFA - Cookies and Pounds

rate me

Niggas got it fucked up, probably thinking it’s a game

I’mma smile and laugh but I ain’t playing with them

I’m up all day I work all night I roll a weed I’m on a flight

Soon as a land I’m gonna write I’m on the grind

40 hours 2 shows 3 planes 6 zeros

Flying all around the world like I’m a fucking hero

Pouring it straight out the bottle that’s how we drink liquor

And we all from the same hood, that’s why we feel the same thing

Life say "If one of our pocket's hurting, we all gonna feel the same pain"

Eyes smoking out the car service police escorting now the dawg nervous

We the bomb searchers, penthouse whole room filled with cash in it

Old school back seat with a stash in it big joint OG mixed with hash in it

And it’s TGOD you niggas last minute your flow last year, the swag last fall

You just the last place, you ain’t gonna last at all

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

You know it’s Taylor Gang or die haha word

Uh, fresh out the spot where they selling

You gotta pay them the coop

Ain’t no rules out this motherfúcker

Who sold you that book

Bitch we down when it’s cracking

Around my way and you know that

Can get more than I ever asked

So be afraid of the go back

Yeah I’m talk and I’m cool moving

No cameras respect the shooters

I’m out on this money train

You don’t know about hustle, do you?

It’s everything in or nothing

Bitch you know how I get down

You wasn’t mad at me before

So why is you mad at me now?

The alcohol got you talking

You do the same things and the Cops

Know conversation know where we playing

Only for money calls only. more lyrics at eliterics

That mean I can’t deal with them old games

That you tryna kick this ain’t Shinobi

I told her, "baby you thirsty?" She responded I’m cool

Said your wrist it’s got water, I told her bitch it’s a pool

Feel me gang now but concrete dive in first

But if you owe me money I need my bread first, word

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

What you smoking all night? Aha

What you got in your bag,...?

The same shit new b¡tch with me,.. through fifty

I’m running through the stop lights late night

I told baby girl get your cake right, that kush doesn’t taste right

We take it to the hand, all you smeller KK and cookie smoke in the Benz

Where my roof go I stack up quick, while they move slow

White girls in my room I’m smoking while they do blow

Plus life, no crushed ice... my bookie loves life

But fuck it, I like to blow cash I don't talk it’s nothing

Two first class flights to the function

Twenty... a hundred twenty grand in the city where the pretty girls dance

And the plants grow, in the warehouse skinny cash

If you pass me bullshit, I’mma laugh, I’m the man no lie baby

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

You niggas want kush we got ounces

You niggas want cookies we got pounds

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