Cooper's Hawk Lyrics

Bleu de Chanel coming out my sweat glands

Still fresh as hell chill in some sweat pants

At Cooper's hawk drinking with her best friend

She a freak pulling on my waist band

I ain't drunk 40 on me cant dance

White sticks light tint no ray bands

Side bitch nice tits amen

Wide hips thighs thick fake ass

Four hour flight I think I got jet lag

Tip concierge just to check in my bags

You a window shopper you can't even pop tags

You can't get a dollar you ain't even got cash

Whole gang with me circle tight as mosh pits got whips got sticks

All you do is pop lips

Bitch I had to fail just to make a profit

My plug sent a bale through the mail like drop ship

Say the pussy mine bitch I know thats nonsense

If its really my shit let me sell it right quick

Shorty wanna fuck when we got a conflict

I just hit and bail but I'm not a convict

Got clientele got a scale high as hell hide the tails

Fly as well YSL hide the smell

Niggas think it cost a dollar just for them to keep it real

Niggas telling on they mans just so they can get a deal

How you love that

Baby say she like my tone she know I got cash

I ain't finna chase her though

I'm all in my bag

I done came a long way from that bus pass

And now I drive fast

How you love that

Baby say she like my tone she know I got cash

I ain't finna chase her though

I'm all in my bag

I done came a long way from that bus pass

And now I drive fast