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[Intro: Offset]You know young rich niggasYou know so we never really had no old moneyWe got a whole lotta new money though, hah(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya)[Hook: Offset]Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)[Verse 1: Offset]Offset, woah, woah, woah, woah, woahRackings on rackings, got backends on backendsI'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)I take your bitch right from you (you)Bitch I'm a dog, woof (grrr)Beat the ho walls loose (hey)Hop in the frog, woah (skrt)I tell that bitch to come for me (come for me)I swear these niggas under me (hey)They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (jumpin' me)Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)We did the most, yeahPull up in Ghosts, yeah (woo)My diamonds a choker (glah)Holdin' the fire with no holster (blaow)Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab)Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)I'm young and rich and plus I'm boujee (hey)I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)Rackings on rackings, got backends on backendsSo my money makin' my back acheYou niggas got a low Act' rate (Act')We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (skrt)I let them birds take a bath bae (brrrrr)[Hook: Offset]Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)[Verse 2: Quavo]Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddyOuter space, KiD CuDi (drank)Introduce me

Your bitch ass wifey and we know she sluttyBroke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga duckin'Don't move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)Draco bad and boujee (Draco)I'm always hangin' with shooters (brrah)Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo RatatouilleRun with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)When I'm on stage show me boobies (ay)Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (ice)Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)I pull up, I pull up, I pull upI hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler (skrt)I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin', I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (ten)These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin' for Instagram, get your clout upUh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the subway (trappin')Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah)Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray (hey)[Hook: Offset]Raindrops, drop tops (drop top)Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)Cookin' up dope in the crockpot, (pot)We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)Call up the gang, they come and get you (gang)Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ayWait, these niggas watchin', I swear to God they be my clonesYeah, hey, huh, switchin' my hoes like my flows (what?)Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?)Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reloadOoh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crewCause the money come all out the roofDrive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)Wait, what kind of 'Rari? 458 (damn)All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)Try to hide shoot through the gateLook, go to the strip club, make it rain (rain)So much money they use rakesCount 100,000 in your face (in your face)Yeah, they put 300 right in the safeMet her today, ohShe talk to me like she knew me, yahGo to sleep in a jacuzzi, yahYeah, wakin' up right to a two piece, yahCountin' that paper like loose leaf, yahGettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yahYeah, boy

Featured In Top Songs By Junior Walker & The All Stars Credits PERFORMING ARTISTSJunior Walker & The All StarsPerformerCOMPOSITION & LYRICSMelvin Pernell MoyComposerPRODUCTION & ENGINEERINGLyrics I need home, home cookin', yeahI need home, home cookin', yeahHe said, "A woman's place is in the kitchen"But in the kitchen, you are a flopThen meals that you've been fixin'They ain't nothin' but yesterday's slopAnd I like, your wiggly walkI like your baby talk, yeah!You're neat, the way you lookBut you ain't nothin' if you can't cookI need home, home cookin', yeahI need home, home cookin', yeahHot! I sweat all dayI rush back home, to see what you're cookin'Your beans are burned, you've ruined my placeAnd in the mirror, I find you lookin'Now, I like sweet candied yamsAnd I like homemade hamInstead of study, how you lookYou oughta study your mama's cookbookIf you want a soul manGet to rattlin', them pots and pansI need home, home cookin'I need home, home cookin', yeah!Hot gravyThat pot roastThat pickled beetAnd sugared toastI like your wiggly walk, yeah!And I like your way a-talkin'And you look neat, the way you lookBut you ain't nothin' if you can't cookI need home, home cookin'I'm in the mood for soul foodI said, home, home cookin'Writer(s): Henry Cosby, Eddie Willis, Melvin MoyLyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com