Nasty C - Bookoo Bucks lyrics

(ATL Jacobs, ATL Jacobs) Bookoo bucks Foreign coupe rush Do too much Shop too much I'm too up I'm feelin' a rush Haters on hush Wrists so slush I'm too up With two s*uts I'm too up Give two fu*ks Up the pump b*tch, what's up? Windows up Geeked as f*ck Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe ni**as steady talking like they know me Never did a damn thing that they told me Ooowee Ooowee Taking sh*t back to my old days, yeah fu*kin this paper, no foreplay, yeah I can't be caught out by no low stakes When my name in their mouth like it's Colgate, yeah I've been running this sh*t up with no brakes ni**a, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah Poles give that ni**a pole face, yeah Ghost give that ni**a ghost face, yeah Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle I walked outta customs and got to it, I don't play about that hustle You've got a bag, but this ain't bag, yeah, this is a duffel She got a ass, but she ain't that bad, she need to be humble Bookoo bucks Foreign coupe rush Do too much Shop too much I'm too up I'm feelin' a rush Haters on hush Wrists so slush I'm too up With two s*uts I'm too up Give two fu*ks Up the pump b*tch, what's up? Windows up Geeked as f*ck Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe ni**as steady talking like they know me Never did a damn thing that they told me Ooowee Ooowee I'm in a big body Dior my sock body Shooters gon ride 'bout me Tell me what's your location Mask up, no cases Penthouse, no babies Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser Yeah, go off for my people I keep a weapon, it's lethal I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message .223 hit him and came out his belly Flooded my mouth with veneer, looking edgy Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla Steppin' on sh*t, yeah, my footprint be leather Go cop a Demon, I call it the devil I keep some green on me, talking 'bout like relish Bookoo bucks Foreign coupe rush Do too much Shock too much I'm too up I'm feelin a rush Haters on hush Wrists so slush I'm too up We're too slushed I'm too up Give two fu*ks Up the pump b*tch, what's up? Windows up Geeked as f*ck Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe ni**as steady talking like they know me Never did a damn thing that they told me Ooowee Ooowee Rock to a 24, ain't talkin Kobe ni**a talkin out his neck, I don't even know him ni**a talkin' fake ass, tell a ni**a to show me Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like ooh Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't Opie Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool Hey, hey, went and put that Cartier watch on my wrist Man, be nasty, we slime in a Bentley Wishin' to genies, my top off the 'Ghini I came from the bottom, she came in bikinis We blow the top off the op in a minute Ya'll ni**as' songs ain't having no meanings Do that lil slide, chop it up like zucchini Oh oh (Chop, chop, chop) Bookoo bucks Foreign coupe rush Do too much Shop too much I'm too up I'm feelin' a rush Haters on hush Wrists so slush I'm too up With two s*uts I'm too up Give two fu*ks Up the pump b*tch, what's up? Windows up Geeked as f*ck Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe ni**as steady talking like they know me Never did a damn thing that they told me Ooowee Ooowee