Turnt Up Cookie Money (Ft. YG)

[Intro: YG]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus: Cookie Money]
We turnt up on these bitch niggas
Riding round with the hundred in the drum, nigga
I'm from Oakland, I'm a pimp, nigga
Sell dope, sit on the turf and talk shit, nigga
[?] throwing B's up
Yeah all my niggas strapped, we don't give a fuck
We do our time, nigga, no talking
[?] in the guns, [?]

[Verse 1: YG]
OK, I'm doing about 50
[?] 450
I'm just tryna fuck, no hickies
With the [?] I'ma bail me out quickly
2 years with a strike sound tricky
I fuck hoes, whip foreigns, rock ice
Throwing up gang signs, nigga, that's life
I'm on the block like [?]
Shooting dice, [?] the homie socked you out twice
I just got a check, I'm finna blow it
The homie finna turn snitching, you ain't even know it
Two T's stand for tricks
I gotta stay on, 'cause [?] have to try to make no [?] like [?]
I'm turnt up on you bitch niggas
You ain't got [?] you niggas sick, 'cause we rich, nigga
While you missing your bitch, nigga
I'm missing phone calls that I ain't supposed to miss, nigga
What