Thousand jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em Every nigga on this jet with me, I done to war for 'em Or I used to with 'em I got real Hollywood fuckin' with a trap nigga And we ain't fuckin' you rat niggas Heard they talkin' on Twitter we at niggas Back the Sun never shines let Meek Milly back home just in time Look at faces, now I got the paper Now they don't remember I had to grind She fell in with the CoCo She got on Chanel and And we out at the boat show dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO It's my lituation like And my situation an off And I give her head like she ocho my mink like I'm loco You mad at me, but she though How you get mad my old ho? 2015, I do rose I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though
(What you it with?) Bakin' soda, I got soda (Who you with?) It's the Chasers and we're takin' (How you that shit?) Whip it the glass, nigga Buy a hundred and put 'em on my tab, nigga
I'm in love with the I'm in love with the I got it for the low, low I'm in love the coco
Ridin' through the city a check on me through the hood with a TEC on me 28 it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle So explain why these slept on me ball 'til I reach me a kilo Made enough I went to see Rico Paid in full, if you like Rico I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like round clip in the mothafuckin' TEC Catch a hot 9, 7 his ass wanna flex High school, got off on a nigga with the 12K for my in a fuckin' dishwasher One hit wonder, that's a fact Hit his ass 'til the wonder where I'm at Made so much off this goddamn song get in your ass like a goddamn thong Coco Puffs, that's for the kids Stop tryna act like you don't know it is Bakin' soda cut me no check If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas an arm and hammer is Everybody know I'm in with the coke My ex bitch took a young nigga for a If a nigga got a then he gon' get smoked I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too
Bakin' soda, I got bakin' Bakin' soda, I got bakin' Whip it through the glass, I'm blowin' fast, nigga
I'm in with the coco I'm in love with the I got it for the low, low I'm in love the coco
I say I run my like Puffy, bitch Units in the They like, "Why the fuck he got indicted?" I I'm lucky, bitch I ain't playin' 'bout this I will shoot this bitch up I'm Shyne Dropped a foe, quarterback, Romo Duct triple black, that's that ocho What if I told you with a logo And got 'em in the air bag of the Snow God in the kitchen, call that boy Zeus And if that shit weighin' up then that's Bruce Bruce And if them losin' pressure, that's that low pro If that's the case, you gotta it slow mo
I got yellow boxes Business Arm & everywhere Dropped a 9, got a half, We need some bigger bags, nigga
I'm in love the coco I'm in love the coco I got it for the low, low I'm in love the coco