Cookin Soul
All My Cars
[Verse]
Money made
Dead presidents is rollin' over in they graves
Seein’ n***as gettin' rich, they wanted us to stay slaves, broke them chains
Turned them into diamond Cubans, suckers amazed (Cookin Soul)
How in the fuck did that n***a do it?
Unrecognized the whole day 'cause I was in my new shit
My homegirl was on some, "Oh, n***a, I knew that was your shit" (I knew that was you)
I’m in the crib, shootin' pool, movie playin', but it's muted
For the scenery, we let Miles Davis provide the music
The enеrgy keep us goin', on some me to you shit
From you to me 'causе all the real ones is goin' through some shit
2022 was sick
Lost so many geniuses, I'm tired of this
What’s up with 2023? I don’t come in here on no stupid shit
When the ball drop, me, I be gettin' top
In the drop while countin’ guap
Sucker n***as need to watch out, it don't stop
This my house
N***a, uh
All my cars hot, all my cars hot
Some built in the backyard, some built in the shop
All my cars hot, all my cars hot
Some built in the backyard, some built in the shop
N***a, all my cars hot, all my cars hot
Some built in the backyard, some built in the shop
Brought some dangerous-ass n***as from a gangster-ass block
[Outro]
You do this to me after I gave you your chance?
Who else I'm gonna do it to?