MikeMadeThe808s
Go, go
Cookie Money
Real money, I just wanna get some real money
With a bad bitch who gon' always keep it real with me
Fuck them fake niggas, I’m just rockin' with my real homies
Choppers in the field, them the niggas that's gon’ kill for me
Real money, mama, I'ma pay your bill money
Do it all for you, and you ain't even gotta hear from me
Damn, I miss my dawg, last night I shed a tear for him
Tell him we gon' ball, I'ma stack a couple mil' for him
Real money, I just wanna get some real money
Never need a deal, big house on the hill money
Always in the field, need a bitch that ain't gon' run from it
Niggas gettin’ killed so she gotta hold the gun for me
Block is hot so she gotta make them runs for me
Watch them niggas in my circle, let me know the ones that’s phony
Gotta keep me on my toes, never let 'em run up on me
Keep our business from them hoes, show ’em that you really love me
Life is hard, it ain't easy bein' Cookie Money
Bitches be soft, so fake, you can't even love ’em
Down haul South, I'm in Texas tryna flip a hundred
Rappin' and trappin', with my niggas that be road runnin'
Feelin' the sauce, I'm gettin' money and the shows comin'
Bitch, I'm a boss, nigga, you lost, you don't know nothin'
If you down for me, then I'm down for you
If you play with me, I'll make a clown of you
Real money, I just wanna get some real money
With a bad bitch who gon' always keep it real with me
Fuck them fake niggas, I'm just rockin' with my real homies
Choppers in the field, them the niggas that's gon' kill for me
Real money, mama, I'ma pay your bill money
Do it all for you, and you ain't even gotta hear from me
Damn, I miss my dawg, last night I shed a tear for him
Tell him we gon' ball, I'ma stack a couple mil' for him
Real homie, swear to God I miss my real homie
Always had my back, he ain't never been unreal with that
Do it for the fame, niggas actin' like a real loser
Choppers in the field, niggas actin' for them figures
On my own, these niggas never gave me nothin'
Niggas is hoes if you think Lil Cookie owe you somethin'
On my own, build bricks, I was really hustlin'
Chasin' the bitch and you know she don't really love you
Real dummy, kill your ass, try to steal from me
Cash the check 'cause you niggas better get some real money
I done came up, a whole lot of shit done changed now
Pops is gone and everybody got they hand out
Stressed out, don't wanna blow my fuckin' brains out
With this real money, they don't look at me the same now
Cook, nigga, you don't take care of your kids, niggas
Talkin' to police, nigga, take care of your biz, nigga
Real money, I just wanna get some real money
With a bad bitch who gon' always keep it real with me
Fuck them fake niggas, I'm just rockin' with my real homies
Choppers in the field, them the niggas that's gon' kill for me
Real money, mama, I'ma pay your bill money
Do it all for you, and you ain't even gotta hear from me
Damn, I miss my dawg, last night I shed a tear for him
Tell him we gon' ball, I'ma stack a couple mil' for him
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