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 not thing 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
Cookies and Pounds Song Lyrics, Wiz Khalifa Album Lyrics, Wiz Khalifa Cookies and Pounds Lyrics,
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 not thing 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
Cookies and Pounds Song Lyrics, Wiz Khalifa Album Lyrics, Wiz Khalifa Cookies and Pounds Lyrics,
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