[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame]
Im in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans

[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Cookin up one thousand
Cookin cookin up one thousand grams x16
Uh uh uh uh uh

[Interlude: Waka Flocka Flame]
Hey man, salute me or shoot me man. Real n***a shit man. Send over all my motherfuckin pistols man
Uh Uh Uh
All my bitches screamin uh
Fuck n***a
Flaka n***a

[Verse 1: Waka Flaka Flame]
Im in the studio
They call me dope
Baby take a whiff of me come get hooked
Man they call my vocals coke
I told my fans to sniff
Who want a hit of this
And mystikal is ecstasy
I bet a rap n***a won't stand next to me
Im lookin to my left and right, what i see?
These n***as under me
Feeling like my mini mes
Its so hard to see em gone
Drunk as hell of that white remy martin
Realest rapper doing it
Real n***as influenced it
In the crowd with my fans that folk love
Throw your hood up at my concert call it thug love
You dont like me you get no love
I think I might die Im on so much drugs
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Cookin up 1000 cookin cookin up 1000 grams
Cookin up 1000 cookin cookin up 1000 grams
Cookin up 1000 cookin cookin up 1000 grams
Cookin up 1000 cookin cookin up 1000 grams x2