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hard - co cash lyrics

[intro]
(tay keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)

[chorus]
hard on a n*gga, hard on a b*tch
get fresh as f*ck just to take me a pic
racks in my pocket, they can’t even fit
fendi or gucci, don’t know what to pick
call up my jeweler, my sh*t is legit
audemars, look at the fl!ck of the wrist
before i got hot, i was already lit
get off my d*ck, n*gga, this for your b*tch
hard on a sucker, hard on a ho
and if she ain’t f*ckin’ then she gotta go
b*tch, i got buckets, shoot and i score
they tryna run off and copy the flow
ice on my body, forty below
drip for the high, not for the low
i got it imported, it’s not in the store
from overseas, it came in on a boat

[verse 1]
i still will get frеsh to post up in the ‘jects
neck and wrist covеred in vv baguettes
damier louis like i’m playin’ chess
drip too much sauce, someone clean up the mess
i’ii take ya b*tch, how much you wanna bet?
run up a check without breakin’ a sweat
we got them clippers, ain’t talkin’ gillette
hunnids in pocket, i aced all the tests
i’m with the gang, we shop on rodeo
white diamond rocks in my clock like some mayo
knocked out a stone on the face, it’s okay though
fix it as soon as i get back to the a though
you probably wouldn’t get it, them rich n*gga problems
always in la like i play for the dodgers
k!lled the scene ,i think i’m facin’ some charges
san diego, we pull up in chargers
fly n*gga but i do not f*ck with birds
come get yo b*tch ’cause she gettin’ on my nerves
can’t even lie, that lil’ head was superb
f*ck then i’m kickin’ her. straight to the curb
used to live in trenches, now we live in the burbs
tryna make a k!llin’, made a livin’ off of words
never gave a f*ck about a b*tch never cared
n*ggas who ain’t gettin’no money?
that’s some sh*t i never heard
[chorus]
hard on a n*gga, hard on a b*tch
get fresh as f*ck just to take me a pic
racks in my pocket, they can’t even fit
fendi or gucci, don’t know what to pick
call up my jeweler, my sh*t is legit
audemars, look at the fl!ck of the wrist
before i got hot, i was already lit
get off my d*ck, n*gga, this for your b*tch
hard on a sucker, hard on a ho
and if she ain’t f*ckin’ then she gotta go
b*tch, i got buckets, shoot and i score
they tryna run off and copy the flow
ice on my body, forty below
drip for the high, not for the low
i got it imported, it’s not in the store
from overseas, it came in on a boat

[verse 2]
told myself i was done buyin’ chanels
’cause i just feel like i got too many pairs
they say they gettin’ it, but can not tell
my diamonds be hittin’ way harder than theirs
married the money but still f*ckin b*tches
i feel like i’m havin’ too many affairs
you took the easy way, i took the stairs
but now you fell off and now n0body cares
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
when it come down to this drippin’
steppin in big b, balenci’
stop the comparisons
i showed them that i was different
i made ’em come to they senses
the paper the only thing that be givin’ attention
ho, i just thought i should mention
don’t want ya kisses
and cannot make you my misses
i told her, baby, you trippin’
[chorus]
hard on a n*gga, hard on a b*tch
get fresh as f*ck just to take me a pic
racks in my pocket, they can’t even fit
fendi or gucci, don’t know what to pick
call up my jeweler, my sh*t is legit
audemars, look at the fl!ck of the wrist
before i got hot, i was already lit
get off my d*ck, n*gga, this for your b*tch
hard on a sucker, hard on a ho
and if she ain’t f*ckin’ then she gotta go
b*tch, i got buckets, shoot and i score
they tryna run off and copy the flow
ice on my body, forty below
drip for the high, not for the low
i got it imported, it’s not in the store
from overseas, it came in on a boat

- co cash lyrics

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