Coco
Lil Tracy, Lucki
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(Ginseng) Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house Used to sleep on my grandmama couch Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh I'm finna have sex with her mouth Ain't none of my checks finna bounce I bet her ass fake, it don't bounce I'ma just get the face and then bounce How you rich? You don't have an account She told me she wish I was dead I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?" He not rich, that's just special effects Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh F*ck a job, I get paid just to flex F*ck the cops, I got hate for the feds I just hang with my money, no friends No friends, no friends, no friends (woo) I'm in New York City so I just bought me some Timbs (yeah) Fell in love with CoCo, I got Chanel bracelets (yeah) Walked inside of Toto, I put Prada on my limbs Black Benz, black rims, black tints The way I live my life, I hope that God forgive my sins I don't believe the hype, I know you broke, boy, don't pretend All my diamonds cold, they make me shiver just like wind I was quarantined with a bad bitch and we made a movie just like Brad Pitt Mike Amiri jeans came from Saks Fifth, and the pockets full so I'm sagging I don't want Z's, I just want M's, I'ma have to some mathematics My feet got the Raf Sims and that bitch told me I'm attractive Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house Used to sleep on my grandmama couch Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh I'm finna have sex with her mouth Ain't none of my checks finna bounce I bet her ass fake, it don't bounce I'ma just get the face and then bounce How you rich? You don't have an account She told me she wish I was dead I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?" He not rich, that's just special effects Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh F*ck a job, I get paid just to flex F*ck the cops, I got hate for the feds I just hang with my money, no friends I just hang with my money, no friends, ayy, ayy I just hang with my money, no, uh I just hang with my money, no friends Trackhawk super-charged Jeep That's just Tune, be gone with the wind Crazy girl, superstar me We just live for the moment and sin AMG not the regular Benz Put her life in some devilish hands I'ma be on TV when you see me Thirty boy, nod off in a meeting Junkie boy all wanna be me Really no flaws, it's different She love when we come, we the tippers No more love for no stripper Codeine clogging my liver You said I'ma be on TV when you see me She said I'm done but I miss her Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house Used to sleep on my grandmama couch Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh I'm finna have sex with her mouth Ain't none of my checks finna bounce I bet her ass fake, it don't bounce I'ma just get the face and then bounce How you rich? You don't have an account She told me she wish I was dead I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?" He not rich, that's just special effects Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh F*ck a job, I get paid just to flex F*ck the cops, I got hate for the feds I just hang with my money, no friends
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Written by: Jazz Ishmael Butler, Lucki Camel Jr.
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