Money - Cookie Money, Philthy Rich

We cook dem chickens we flip dem chickens

We like you, P. S. The way we ship dem chickens

We cook dem chickens we flip dem chickens

We like you, P. S. The way we ship dem chickens (cookie money)

They tell stories in da hood about me

Ask, lettin da bush whats good about me

Call me, black breezy call me if you need me

Big twelve on a bird leavin chickens breezy

I tell stories man I tryna forgive

Put it in a zip black bag cook it up like ribs

I’m on the block on a 45 stacks safety all

How you want it white cream live hard its all

In the hood wit dem fens dey be addin to see me

Dats why these otha rappaz talk hard but want to be me

And I go to the church house and pray for the crack baby

Cuz wit all day mama I couldn’t get da white Mercedes

I’m a gangsta my nine, I stay lookin good

And I’m straight from Uptown so I’m reppin da hood

And I don’t talk on my phone at least I got dat belly

Seen a deep car and baby dey still couldn’t get me I’m gutta

When it comes to the chickens I flip em like gymnastics class

You need it just ask I move em over dem yellow and taxi cash

As far as the rack goes we tryna get black dope

I just need a helicopter and a lack in a black ropes

You know how the blacks roll dog look to my kinfolk

Gotta live dog, but we grindin like we still for

Nice wit da hustle iz well, and I’m known from da South

To goes cold cuz like Sam I can sell

Slangin these chickens cookies tryna get that dope

And feelin blanks space wit hoes like tic tac toe

Ups ain’t got enough trucks, its New No Limit to da finish

And there’s Guttar Music comin up, so we