Cooked Up Lyrics

Feel like I got money at the wrong time

I work two eighty for my own grind

I ain't never left

I brought that paper close

Mix that purple with the rain

Build your magic up

Feel like I got money at the wrong time

I work two eighty for my own grind

I ain't never left

I brought that paper close

Mix that purple with the rain

Build your magic up

Yeah I need hundred's

I need fifty's

I need blues with me

RSN I'm gone rep it ain't no losing

Remember days they left us out

And now they choosing

Running back like I need her

Is you stupid

Keep a quarter break it down I can't lose it

Don't slow me down I'm on a roll

I be too swift

Call phone but don't pick up

They can't get through to me

Making money off the floor

This ain't new to me

Feel like I got money at the wrong time

I work two eighty for my own grind

I ain't never left

I brought that paper close

Mix that purple with the rain

Build your magic up

Feel like I got money at the wrong time

I work two eighty for my own grind

I ain't never left

I brought that paper close

Mix that purple with the rain

Build your magic up