Niggas got it fucked up, prolly thinking it’s a game 
I’m …smiling lot, 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 … 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 clicko 
And we all from the same hood, that’s why we feel the same thing 
… one of our pockets 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 has 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 

Ah, fresh out the spot where they selling 
You gotta pay them the coop 
Ain’t no rules out this motherfucker 
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 
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 …first 

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 
Aha, what you got in your bad … bra? 
The same shit, new bitch with me 
Box money… 50 
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 smell is … 
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 love life 
But fuck it, I like to blow cash, I … it’s nothing 
2 first class flights to the function 
20… a hundred 20 grand, in the city where them pretty girls dance 
And them plans grow, in the warehouse, skinny cash 
If you pass me bullshit, I’ma 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.