Cooyah
Cochise
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Ooh, I ain't callin' back, yeah (Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?) Gotta get to them racks I had to double the stack, yeah (Whoa) I ain't pay my tax, heard she got a gap (Whoa) yeah, yeah, yeah (Bullet) I ain't callin' back, phone call to the racks I had to double the stack I ain't pay my tax, heard she got a gap I'm like, "Girl, we match " nothing wrong with that i'm like "What do you say?" Do I party in May? Now I go to LA, 'cause it's hot in the day Put a TEC on your bae, I might take her away Call up Addison Rae, when I post in that cake (yeah, yeah) Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, Puma the fit, yeah Dior and Rick, yeah, block or the strip, uh Yeah Pockеts a Crip, yeah, pop on the hip, yeah Jеans got a rip, yeah, RIP Nip', yeah Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, the coupe It came with a coupe, yeah The swoop, it came in a swoop, yeah It's hot in the bowl like a soup, yeah My money, it come in the loop, yeah I ball on the boy like a hoop, yeah I hit up the lil' boy and then poop, yeah I'ma stomp on that boy like a boot, yeah Okay, got a hundred bands Count it with no hands Come pick up your mans Feel like Vince McMahon Mind heavy, baby, all my Niggas doin' slammin', uh Bob Marley, baby, all my Niggas do is jammin', uh Who is you touchin'? yeah Ain't no discussion, yeah Shawty discussing, yeah, speakers is bumping Yeah If it's not me i'm jumpin', up in that place It's sunken And the booty go round like pumpkin Whenever i get this money, that's nothin' They like, "No, " diamonds from the sea Heard they mad at me, hit 'em with that G They can't F with me, all of my niggas is G's Whole lotta H I bleed, yeah Got a whole lotta bread on me On me, on me, on me, on me Got your shawty on me, she a hottie, on me Uh nigga, I'm too hard, I ain't talkin' beat I be with my dawgs, I ain't talkin' Beagle All of my niggas, they built like a Beagle Gettin' the money, I feel like a regal Gettin' money, you know that i'm ready I might pull up and bust at his navel And that nigga talked crazy, I saved him Put a hole in his stomach like a bagel Put a hole in his stomach like a bagel I tried shootin', we don't gotta label Yeah, okay, yeah, uh, yeah, okay I be in the back, okay, I'ma get racks, okay Butt a lil' fat, okay, cost a hundred racks Okay I be in the back, okay, gettin' hella racks Okay yeah, feelin' like racks'll pay I told her, "That's me, " uh, shawty want a G Told her, "yeah, next week, " Shawty must think I'm sweet, uh Baby, I'm too G, uh, baby, I'm so, uh, uh, uh Money, it's comin' through, yeah Gotta f*ck with they rose gold, yeah All my money, it's comin' through, yeah Got a hundred, it bust domes, yeah I don't f*ck with the, uh, uh, yeah I'ma pull up and, uh, uh, yeah Pull up, pull up and, uh, uh, yeah Pull up and, uh, uh, yeah Pull up and bust, bust, yeah I'ma pull up and bust, bust All these niggas, they sus, sus All of my niggas come in a rush, rush All my niggas, they come with The rush, rush, uh, yeah She said she a virgin, it's hurtin', ha ha ha
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Written by: Anthony Wilson, Carlos Rebata, Terrell Cox
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