Master P - Cookie Money lyrics

(feat. Blakk) [Hook x2: Master] We cook dem chickens we flip dem chickens We like U, P.S. the way we ship dem chickens We cook dem chickens we flip dem chickens We like U, P.S. the way we ship dem chickens (cookie money) [Verse: Master] They tell stories in da hood about me Ask, lettin da bush whats good about me Call me, black breezy call me if u 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 Im 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 [Hook x2: Master] [Verse: Blakk] When it comes to the chickens I flip em like gymnastics cla** U 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 U know how the blacks roll dog look to my kinfolk Gotta live dog, but we grindin like we still fo 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 [Hook x2: Master]