Fortune Cookie Lyrics

Been a long day, I'm

Trying to put my feet up

Ball the whole game

Ain't no way to beat us

Gotta be strategic

If you gone defeat us

Take a deep cut, ugh

Ball up like a fe-tus, we just

On the grind

Serving what they need, but

Gimme time, I

Gotta roll this weed up

Middle of the week, but

Homie getting geeked up

Pouring up the sweet stuff

I'm a need like three cups

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta grind

Cuz i gotta get it

Get it gone, for you spend it

Running up digits

Only pausing for the Za

Ain't no puffing midget

If it is then forget it

Because you know I ain't fucking with it

Freaky bitches playing Twister

An I'm fixing to spin it

All hands on me

And I kinda dig it

Only trying up her sister

Cuz it's been a minute

But bitch better be a ten

If not, I ain't going in it

ball the whole game

Ain't no way to beat us

We just, on the grind

Serving what they need, but

Freaky bitches playing Twister

An I'm fixing to spin it

But bitch better be a ten

If not, I ain't going in it

Call me T, see

She don't know the whole name

Special ed, what I call her

Cuz the slow brain

Hungry bitch, shit

Watch her eat the whole thang

Her favorite things

Is a hard dick an cocaine

Back at it, got the hazmat

And the propane

Throwing bricks, yeah

Like I ain't got no aim

Getting tipsy, sipping whiskey

But do no flavors

Big body, drunk driving

Taking up both lanes

Running, running, running

Up the check, cuz I'm getting money

Know your homies only flex

Cuz they getting nothing

Grab a chicken by the neck

Like I'm getting nuggets

Big money, quick plays

Burner phones, no texting from it

I'm on the E, but they

Love me in the West End

Disrespect, I'm a suit up

Like a best man

Booger sugar, got em

Talking like your best friend

Couple extra grams, got em

Loyal like Mets fan

Call me T, see

She don't know the whole name

Throwing bricks, yeah

Like I ain't got no aim

I'm on the E, but they

Love me in the West End

A couple extra grams, got em

Loyal like a Mets fan