Lil B - Still Cookin lyrics

Intro: b**h Mob! We back with it Respect Da b**h Volume 1 This is your boy, Lil B We're still cookin Let's get it Verse 1: Walked in, and my swag's on a hundred thousand Pay a b**h 10 to buy 20 thousand. f** with me b**h, f** with me because my swag's like Luther Pink head band, and I'm looking like a shooter b**h Mob, n***a. Lil B, that's my partner Got hella b**hes, Hugh Hefner status I'mma tote that chop 'til I'm looking like Regis Chimmy Chang Chang, b**h, I know you can't believe this Keep pushing 50 b**hes f** with me Hundred grand shows I'm the pimp of the century I'm going digital I still spank my b**hes Just to be my friend Everybody knows that I f** with the Mexicans Everybody knows that I'll f**ing place your order Young based god, I threw my swag in the water Hook (X4) Still cooking b**h, I'm still cooking Still in the hood, and you know I'm still cooking Verse 2: Champ Bailey b**h, I'm Champ Bailey Riding in the Benz, and I look like Carson Daly f**ing three girls, I do that on the daily I look so good that these hoes should just pay me b**h, I think I'm a stripper Hundred grand shows, so you know I tote the pistol Young based god, n***a, that WHOOP is official All them young girls call me Trick Daddy, b**h Spent ten grand just to drop on the six Real deal, pretty boy. I'm in the building If you're from the block, you know f** they feelings Hundred grand show, Lil B. I made a k**ing. (Okay!)