Freddie Gibbs - It's All Cognac lyrics

[Intro] Yeah.. Okay (yeah) Motherf**er it's player gangster, gangster Gibbs (n***a) Gangster, gangster, ganster Gibbs, Motherf**er f** wit me, where the cognac? It's gangster, gangster, gangster Gibbs n***a Okay, yeah, here we go, okay, yo [Verse 1] I made it out the hood, life is good, life is great Been straight from the gate, pulling my own weight f** the lames and the fakes that I know gon' hate I sit around and debate 'bout the dough I make Just know that I'mma get more cheese than you'll ever get I'm motivated by stacking them dead presidents I remember when times was hard in my residence Got up on my hustle I've been getting money ever since Now I two step to the beat, fresh pair of stick up kids on my feet Gold on my neck, green in my chest, y'all n***as need to give it a rest Cause you ain't f**ing with the gangster G-I-B-B-S, yes [Bridge] Hope you got your bud, 'cos I'mma light mine, I'm about to get right for the night time Big business b**h, big money stacks, go on bless that bottle, it's all cognac, yeah [Hook X2] Pop bottles from the night to the morn', take another shot to the dome and get gone If this ain't right then I just gotta be wrong, I get in the zone and then it's o-o-on It's on O-o-on, o-o-on, o-o-o-o-o-o-o-on! [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Mo' money mo' liquor, the hoes f** a little quicker Bank account, got a little thicker Shout to my n***as gettin' it in You know it's all cognac when we kick it again I can still remember way back then we lived grimy Me, Skyler, Lil Rob and big Stylee Used to sit back in the 'llac and get dome Run up on my clique, the fifth will get blown I can't stop b**hes from calling my phone They love me everywhere but ain't no place like home So I'mma rep 'till the lord seperate me from the flesh And the midwest know I'm the best: That's why they f**ing with the gangster, G-I-B-B-S, yes [Bridge] [Hook X2] [Outro] Yeah, n***a Now get your drunk a** up, now sit your drunk a** down These n***as know that it's Gangster, gangster, ganster Gibbs n***a, it's gangster, gangster, gangster, gangster Gibbs n***a! Yeah, pop a bottle with your kids Gangster, gangster, gangster Gibbs n***a Yeah, it's all cognac, pop a bottle with me Oh man leave all this sh** man, for real It's all cognac