Lizzo, Sophia Eris - Batches & Cookies lyrics

I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?

Remember that gooey gooey you took
And said "ooh wee, ooh wee"
I need two or two-eee of these
For my baby boo-ee ooo-ee
Talking like boobies
You got a nice pair like some boobies
And you high off that doobie
Doobie with your Mystery Machine (Scooby)
Feeling bad? Well you should be
BP don't make nothing cheapie
Hanging with them creepy creepies
I sitting in back with PPs
Lookin' holy holy while looking
Through them holy holies holy guacamole
You got that gooey now you a phony

I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?

Outside of the club
And I'm drip-drip-dripping sugar sweet
Cinnamon on skin with the hooligans
Y'all came to rock, and we came to ah!
Put a sting in her lips, for the eye
Go on, take a sip, got milk in her thighs
On sunny day from green tube and
My high prices for the
Dream-dream, not cause I mean it means
A thing to take from me
Unless it's just some DMT that's
All up in my energy
Yup yup, go on place that bet
If you wanna come test in the mama's nest
With a bullet vest and curious chest
Got the ammo on the brain but I hide the best
Hey, I'm pumped up call me dough cooking
Gooey salty soul tookin'
Batches in a row lookin'
Magic as all hell, we livin'
Never ever will we give in
To a wack beat fuck with
Lazerbeak in these mad streets
Get it, go there and we give it
Haters will forbid it
They fall into the minutes
Because of imagination
Now the ones who in the nation
We the ones who need escapin'
Then we find some new ovens and we made it

Six-pence and land on the richer
Cut a niggah up and hung
Him like Jack the Ripper
Undo your zipper, get on your knees
And get ready for the industry in a nutshell
(get it?) them goods don't get got if it's
The only thing you got
Better keep them in that hot black pot
The only thing colder than the local talent
Are the winters
Thrift store shopping, look like Anna Wintour
You ain't gotta ask about it
Cause I been hurr
Ridin' in them chariots like we in Ben Hur
Yah sure, ya know, yah sure
Ya know, yah sure, ya know
Rappin' and rappin' and I
Been steadily stackin'
I put these niggas in napkins and
Tuck 'em down for a nap
And apologies to the Capitol because
I don't pay my capital
And if you happen to hear this then
Just pretend that you didn't at all, stall

I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?

Ooh, goo, cookies, cream
Ooh, goo, cookies, cream