Z8 - Wtuoffofu Lyrics

Cooking up steak, cooking up chicken, cooking up mashed potatoes
Your bitch she flat like some Fritos, no Cheetos, Doritos
I eat those yeah
And I got money
That little bitch said that I was so sweet
Huh, yeah
Just like some honey
I know its funny
I am a druggie
Pop 10 motherfucking pills just like it is nothing
Bitches try to get on me
Bitch get the fuck off me
I don't wanna fuck you bitch but you can go to the homie
Okay like B.I.C in my pocket
I spark up with the team
And I got dollars what the fuck do you mean
Don't like my music well I do it for me
I don't do it for you
Okay, I hop out the car like a rockstar
Your bitch be looking ugly like she's motherfucking jar jar
That lil boy said he want smoke
Well that pussy best not start a war
Gucci jacket on
I fucked it up now that shits fucking torn like damn
Okay like B.I.C in my pocket
I spark up with the team
And I got dollars what the fuck do you mean
Don't like my music well I do it for me
I don't do it for you
Okay it gives me that feeling
When she try to reel me in
But I just sip on that medicine, stop
How she gon' tell me she love me
But then she gone turn her back right when I look at the clock
Gas on me
Pass homie
Trash Brodie
Dodo b walking 'round town with those fake dreads on
Hoe you gone say that we homies
Then talk all that shit 'hind my back right when I'm gone
Okay like B.I.C in my pocket
I spark up with the team
And I got dollars what the fuck do you mean
Don't like my music well I do it for me
I don't do it for you
Okay like B.I.C in my pocket
I spark up with the team
And I got dollars what the fuck do you mean
Don't like my music well I do it for me
I don't do it for you
Bitch I do it for me

Cooking up steak, cooking up chicken, cooking up mashed potatoes
Your bitch she flat like some Fritos, no Cheetos, Doritos
I eat those yeah
And I got money
That little bitch said that I was so sweet
Huh, yeah
Just like some honey
I know its funny
I am a druggie
Pop 10 motherfucking pills just like it is nothing
Bitches try to get on me
Bitch get the fuck off me
I don't wanna fuck you bitch but you can go to the homie
Okay like B.I.C in my pocket
I spark up with the team
And I got dollars what the fuck do you mean
Don't like my music well I do it for me
I don't do it for you
Okay, I hop out the car like a rockstar
Your bitch be looking ugly like she's motherfucking jar jar
That lil boy said he want smoke
Well that pussy best not start a war
Gucci jacket on
I fucked it up now that shits fucking torn like damn
Okay like B.I.C in my pocket
I spark up with the team
And I got dollars what the fuck do you mean
Don't like my music well I do it for me
I don't do it for you
Okay it gives me that feeling
When she try to reel me in
But I just sip on that medicine, stop
How she gon' tell me she love me
But then she gone turn her back right when I look at the clock
Gas on me
Pass homie
Trash Brodie
Dodo b walking 'round town with those fake dreads on
Hoe you gone say that we homies
Then talk all that shit 'hind my back right when I'm gone
Okay like B.I.C in my pocket
I spark up with the team
And I got dollars what the fuck do you mean
Don't like my music well I do it for me
I don't do it for you
Okay like B.I.C in my pocket
I spark up with the team
And I got dollars what the fuck do you mean
Don't like my music well I do it for me
I don't do it for you
Bitch I do it for me