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Nasty C, Lil Gotit, Lil Keed - Bookoo Bucks
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nasty C
Nasty C
Rap
Lil Gotit
Lil Gotit
Rap
Lil Keed
Lil Keed
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Semaja Render
Semaja Render
Songwriter
Raqhid Render
Raqhid Render
Songwriter
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nasty C
Nasty C
Vocal Producer
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Earl "Ejay" Washington
Engineer
Mike Manitshana
Mike Manitshana
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer

Letras

Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah) Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah) I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush I'm too up, with two sluts (High) I'm too up, give two fucks (High) Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High) Windows up, geeked as fuck (High) Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot) Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah) Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah) Oh wee, oh wee Taking shit back to my old days, yeah Fuckin 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 shit up with no brakes Nigga, get in my way and it's road rage, yeah Poles give that nigga pole face, yeah Ghost give that nigga ghost face, yeah Touch down ATL, long flight straight out that jungle (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 duffle She got a ass, but she ain't that bad She gotta be humble (Humble, humble, yeah) Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah) Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (Yeah) I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush I'm too up, with two sluts (High) I'm too up, give two fucks (High) Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High) Windows up, geeked as fuck (High) Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot) Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah) Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah) Oh wee, oh wee I'm in a big body, Dior my sock body (Big body) Shooters gon' ride 'bout me (Brrt, brrt) Tell me what's your location (Brrt) Mask up, no cases (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Penthouse, no babies Gucci down, yeah, I'm crazy Keep sticks, got Glocks with a laser (Keep sticks) Yeah, go hard for my people I keep a weapon, it's lethal I'm runnin' up bands like a cheetah (The bands) Cut off your thumb, we don't beef through no message .223 hit him, it came out his belly (Doo-doo, doo-doo) Flooded my mouth with [?], looking edgy Smoke out the pack, then we sip on the extra Bet the Maybach drive itself like a Tesla (Skrr, skrr) Steppin' on shit, yeah, my footprint be leather (Steppin' on shit) Go cop a demon, I call it the devil (Go cop a demon) I keep some green on me, talking 'bout [?] Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah, yeah) Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (We slatt, you digg?) I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush (Yeah, yeah) Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush (Rainbow) I'm too up, with two sluts (High) I'm too up, give two fucks (High) Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High) Windows up, geeked as fuck (High) Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot) Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah) Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah) Oh wee, oh wee Rock to a two-four, ain't talkin' Kobe (Two-four) Nigga talkin' out his neck, I don't even know him Nigga talkin' fake ass, tell a nigga to show me (Let's go) Spinnin' on the block, man, lookin' like [?] Black and white diamonds, Andy Griffiith, I ain't [?] Told her put her little bitty mouth on my tool Say 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 (Came from the bottom, yeah) We blow the top off the opp in a minute (Baow) Ya'll niggas' songs ain't having no meanings (No meanings) Do that lil' slime Chop it up like zucchini (Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop) Oh woah (Chop, chop, chop, chop) Bookoo bucks (Yeah), foreign coupe rush (Yeah, yeah) Do too much (Yeah), shop too much (We slatt, you digg?) I'm too up, I'm feelin' a rush (Yeah, yeah) Haters on hush (Yeah), wrists so slush (Rainbow) I'm too up, with two sluts (High) I'm too up, give two fucks (High) Up the pump, bitch, what's up? (High) Windows up, geeked as fuck (High) Shoot my shot, I'm hot just like I'm Kobe (I'm hot, hot) Niggas steady talking like they know me (Ooh woah, woah) Never did a damn thing that they told me (Ooh woah, woah) Oh wee, oh wee
Writer(s): Nsikayesizwe David Ngcobo Junior, Jacob Canady, Raqhid Jevon Render, Semaja Render Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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