Rossa Skywalka - Cook It Up

Cook it up
Cook it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Money coming slow
I'mma get it up
On the interstate like a semi truck
Watch me cook it up
Cook it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Money coming slow
I'mma get it up
On the interstate like a semi truck
Watch me cook it up
Cook it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Money coming slow
I'mma get it up
On the interstate like a semi truck
Watch me cook it up
Cook it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Money coming slow
I'mma get it up
On the interstate like a semi truck
In the trap I'mma win undefeated
Run it up then I gotta repeat it
Nigga fake and they hate for no reason
I stay strapped up in all of the seasons
Summer time and I gotta stay heated
Winter time man I got stay heated
Nigga playing it foul and they greasy
Turned a crumb to some bread they ain't believe me
Gotta taste of the top I got greedy
Who gone help you whenever you need it
I been catching these plays they was speedy
Gooped his ass for a bow it was easy
In the kitchen I'm cooking I beat it
Finger licking I swear you can eat it
I was sweating the pot it was steaming
With this Pyrex a million I'm dreaming
Climbing outta the rut I was reaching
I was starving and people was leaving
Got the formula then I proceeded
Hell cat make me feel like a demon
Bag it up and I swear it's the cleanest
Ain't no credit they swear I'm the meanest
When I see them blue faces it please me
In the trenches surrounded with heathens
Cook it up
Cook it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Money coming slow
I'mma get it up
On the interstate like a semi truck
Watch me cook it up
Cook it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Money coming slow
I'mma get it up
On the interstate like a semi truck
Watch me cook it up
Cook it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Money coming slow
I'mma get it up
On the interstate like a semi truck
Watch me cook it up
Cook it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Money coming slow
I'mma get it up
On the interstate like a semi truck
Niggaz in jeopardy
Stack up the celery
Get to it merrily
I'm no celebrity
I got integrity
Fuck is you telling me
Family got felonies
Scale it up sell the weed
Whip it up heavily
I'm in the kitchen
Make it come back a benz when I'm finished
Ain't no love in the streets it get frozen
They get mad and they hate that I'm chosen
Making plays like a nigga was coaching
Catch that nigga down bad I'mma
expose him
Too consistent to fall man I told them
They ain't believe me so I had to show em
Got that shit on my own and they know it
My first one hundred k I can't blow it
In these trenches and I'm on a mission
I'mma eat everyday like thanksgiving
Out the sewer we starving but living
Making something out of nothing know the feeling
Only thing that I know is to get it
Calculator I add up the digits
In my trap it's a whole lotta bows
Like a chef I be over the stove
I'mma cook it up

Written by:
Reginald Hardemon

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