Still Cooking lyrics

Intro:
b*tch Mob! We back with it
Respect Da b*tch Volume 1
This is your boy, Lil B
We're still cookin
Let's get it

Verse 1:
Walked in, and my swag's on a hundred thousand
Pay a b*tch 10 to buy 20 thousand. f*ck with me
b*tch, f*ck with me because my swag's like Luther
Pink head band, and I'm looking like a shooter
b*tch Mob, n*gga. Lil B, that's my partner
Got hella b*tches, Hugh Hefner status
I'mma tote that chop 'til I'm looking like Regis
Chimmy Chang Chang, b*tch, I know you can't believe this

Keep pushing 50
b*tches f*ck with me
Hundred grand shows
I'm the pimp of the century
I'm going digital
I still spank my b*tches

Just to be my friend
Everybody knows that I f*ck with the Mexicans
Everybody knows that I'll f*cking place your order
Young based god, I threw my swag in the water
Hook (X4)
Still cooking
b*tch, I'm still cooking
Still in the hood, and you know I'm still cooking

Verse 2:
Champ Bailey
b*tch, I'm Champ Bailey
Riding in the Benz, and I look like Carson Daly
f*cking three girls, I do that on the daily
I look so good that these hoes should just pay me
b*tch, I think I'm a stripper
Hundred grand shows, so you know I tote the pistol
Young based god, n*gga, that WHOOP is official
All them young girls call me Trick Daddy, b*tch
Spent ten grand just to drop on the six
Real deal, pretty boy. I'm in the building
If you're from the block, you know f*ck they feelings
Hundred grand show, Lil B. I made a killing. (Okay!)