Cookin It Up - Ca$h Out

I get money, 50 hundreds

Diamonds shinin', now you want me

I’m cookin' onions

I’m cookin' it up, I’m cookin' it up, I’m cookin' it up

I’m cookin' it up, I’m cookin' it up, I’m cookin' it up

I’m cookin' it up, Rich Homie Quan gettin' money

Promoters keep bookin' me up, can’t remember last time I was off on a sunday

They on YouTube lookin' me up, tell VMI keep the checks comin'

Now a young nigga livin' it up, I remember I didn’t have nothin'

Me just goin' crazy, nigga gettin' lazy, still in the kitchen whippin' it up

Talkin' bout feelings, Rich Homie don’t give a fuck

Walk around, pants saggin' with that pistol tucked

That’s your girl?

Come and get her 'fore I woof woof, Mystikal

Diamonds, they crystal clear, ridin' in these brand new cars

Flyin' in that private Lear, straight from the highway

I’m gon' say how it feel, cash out if I want it

Fuck a record deal, Ca$h Out, what you told 'em?

Catch me on a beach, lookin' like a ki

Smellin' like a ki, I know you watchin' me

She like «Put your cock in me», I’m gettin' broccoli

Choppin' the bricks like a rooster

You step on the bricks, I got 'Licia Keys

We servin', we servin', we servin'

I get yo' girlfriend, you know that she twerkin'

She got that sloppy toppy, we call it Slurpee

I feel like 2Pac, everywhere I go, I’m shirtless, hah-hah

Cook it up, cook it up, cook it up

Google me, Google me, look me up

Bitches tryna figure out my net worth

I’m tryna figure out how that neck work