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intro - co cash lyrics

[intro]
(blazer out a sp*ceship)
(glizzack, what’s happenin’?)

[chorus]
who is that? mr. keep a gat, mr. havin’ racks (cash)
who is him? like my b*tches slim, but my pockets fat (fat)
who that be? f*ck and duck a freak, mr. keep it p (ho)
ain’t ’bout cash, i won’t even speak (shh), n*gga, talk is cheap (shut up)
let’s be real, ran through ’bout a mill’, ho, my pockets deep (cash)
they like, “chill, f*ck you think you is?” i’m like, “b*tch, i’m me” (cash)
it’s been some years and i’m havin’ still, get paid in my sleep (cash)
if i die, before i shall wake, pray my soul to keep (cash)

[verse 1]
chasin’ these racks, i ain’t chasin’ no b*tch (nah)
stick on me now, i ain’t worried ’bout no n*gga (fah)
look like a l!ck when i put on a ‘fit (cash)
hole in the pipe, but you know i’m a dripper (drip)
neck and my wrist is 200k kit (cash)
this ain’t that sh*t, i demold in the middle (no)
hot as it get, you gon’ need you a mit (hot)
that’s why your b*tch trеat my d*ck like a dinner (eat it up)
i don’t speak frеnch, my ‘fit came from paris (yeah)
please come and get this ho off of my wee*wee (please)
ballin’ in memphis, my bag full of jacksons (woo)
andrew, my n*gga, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no gigi (get it)
i spent a cool fifty racks on a necklace (shine), sh*t can get deadly, better not such a vv (fah)
ain’t tryna act tough, but i swear i ain’t goin’
before i do that, i go eat me a chi*chi (oh)
[chorus]
who is that? mr. keep a gat, mr. havin’ racks (cash)
who is him? like my b*tches slim, but my pockets fat (fat)
who that be? f*ck and duck a freak, mr. keep it p (ho)
ain’t ’bout cash, i won’t even speak (shh), n*gga, talk is cheap (shut up)
let’s be real, ran through ’bout a mill’, ho, my pockets deep (cash)
they like, “chill, f*ck you think you is?” i’m like, “b*tch, i’m me” (cash)
it’s been some years and i’m havin’ still, get paid in my sleep (cash)
if i die, before i shall wake, pray my soul to keep (cash)

[verse 2]
i go by that dude, i thought you knew, ain’t got no point to prove (at all)
this sh*t ain’t nothin’ new, b*tch, i been him since even back in school (him)
if a n*gga told you i was broke, it must been april fool’s (ha)
always keep a toolie, make a move, i’m mr. dump on dude (frrt)
f*ckin’ with me, n*gga, stop it (stop it), i’m the original, you just a copy (flawed)
lately been tryna get richer than roddy (cash), i just be stackin’ and flippin’ the profit (yeah, yeah, yeah)
they say my b*tches resemble my pockets, all of them thicker than buffy the body (yeah)
bankroll the same way i like gettin’ head (how?), havin’ too much of this sh*t, it be sloppy, n*gga (oh)

- co cash lyrics

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