"cookie dough" lyrics
Yeah, I don't usually do this
Yeah, yeah
I don't usually do this, she says that too
Whenever I talk my shit, she touchin' on my tattoos
Keep up in the club, spillin' bottles like some vandals
Why is she tryna jump when I just met her by the bathroom?
No, I don't listen to Cardi
Tell me how these white girls got these white lines to the party
Probably fuck the bouncer at the front door, don't get Cardi
And they look like Miley, if she had some mileage
I be pullin' strings like I play the violin
I'm a lighter skin, Michael Jackson
Walk up in the room and it's lights, camera action
She just tryna flick up, so I tag her in the caption
But that bitch a catfish, bout to throw her back in
Or if I'm lit, I might just blow her back out
Might go shower naked in the glass house
Standing on the porch with her ass out
Yeah, then I escalate
Yeah, tell me, do you love me?
Tell him, tell him, baby, do you love me?
Yeah, I can't help that they love me, yeah
I don't got a record, just a mugshot
I don't order Ubers, I just leave them at the bus stop
Blocked her with the same thumb I had inside her ass
Kicked it to the curb, cause I do not want her back, yeah
And I only hit it hard like my cookie dough (Raw)
Drownin' in the pussy, call the coach
Cashmere coat, tailor deeper pockets to make room for the smoke
Me and all my partners, we exclude being broke, so you know
Got no credit limit, so my girl look like a Barbie
Last time I seen your bitch, she pulled up with a Sharpie
Tryna get her autograph, like I'm playin' for the man
Swear to you, it's automatic, no cap, yeah
So shout out to my haters
Figures in the eight, like I hit the macarena
I've been goin' places, don't need a translator
Money made a difference, but I don't ever change up
Yeah, tell me, do you love me?
Tell him, tell him, baby, do you love me?
Yeah, I can't help that they love me, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I don't usually do this, she says that too
Whenever I talk my shit, she touchin' on my tattoos
Keep up in the club, spillin' bottles like some vandals
Why is she tryna jump when I just met her by the bathroom?
No, I don't listen to Cardi
Tell me how these white girls got these white lines to the party
Probably fuck the bouncer at the front door, don't get Cardi
And they look like Miley, if she had some mileage
I be pullin' strings like I play the violin
I'm a lighter skin, Michael Jackson
Walk up in the room and it's lights, camera action
She just tryna flick up, so I tag her in the caption
But that bitch a catfish, bout to throw her back in
Or if I'm lit, I might just blow her back out
Might go shower naked in the glass house
Standing on the porch with her ass out
Yeah, then I escalate
Yeah, tell me, do you love me?
Tell him, tell him, baby, do you love me?
Yeah, I can't help that they love me, yeah
I don't got a record, just a mugshot
I don't order Ubers, I just leave them at the bus stop
Blocked her with the same thumb I had inside her ass
Kicked it to the curb, cause I do not want her back, yeah
And I only hit it hard like my cookie dough (Raw)
Drownin' in the pussy, call the coach
Cashmere coat, tailor deeper pockets to make room for the smoke
Me and all my partners, we exclude being broke, so you know
Got no credit limit, so my girl look like a Barbie
Last time I seen your bitch, she pulled up with a Sharpie
Tryna get her autograph, like I'm playin' for the man
Swear to you, it's automatic, no cap, yeah
So shout out to my haters
Figures in the eight, like I hit the macarena
I've been goin' places, don't need a translator
Money made a difference, but I don't ever change up
Yeah, tell me, do you love me?
Tell him, tell him, baby, do you love me?
Yeah, I can't help that they love me, yeah
