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old me, new money - co cash lyrics

[intro]
ha-ha-ha
they said they want the old back
well here it go somethin’ like-
hitkidd what it do mane?
yeah

[verse]
where do i begin? take ’em way back when
i committed all my sins to just to come up on my ends (facts)
i was outside, mama tried to keep me in (no)
on the block with my friends, that’s what turned us into men (yuh)
told ’em don’t call me cuz if a n-gga not my kin (nah)
when i got put on the set, dat was back in 2010 (woah)
or it mighta been ‘11, either way a n-gga been (yeah)
really reppin’, we was bangin’ out da window of da ‘fin
told ’em wait, don’t set trip, i got n-ggas big crip (wait)
even as a baby g still had big drip (yeah)
feelin like i’m riri tell a b-tch don’t slip (don’t)
lot of n-ggas hated me, tell ’em suck a d-ck tip (f-ck ’em)
back on my bullsh-t, d-mn i feel like scottie pip’ (yeah)
gas like the quik trip, got biscotti by the zip (yeah)
who is them lil’ n-ggas over there, keep lookin’ in the whip? (who?)
fully loaded clip on my hip, so don’t even trip (brr, brr, brr)
how could me and you ever beef? i don’t eat meat (huh?)
my lil’ n-gga keep a broom, ’cause he like to street sweep
i can get him gone, for the free or the cheap-cheap (gone)
cleanest n-gga in the room, all you hear is “squeak, squeak” (fly)
see a n-gga buzzin’ so these n-ggas wanna “bee” me (no)
chains like a slave, but they still can’t beat me (ice)
flawless diamonds on my t–th, you won’t spot a vv (no)
sl-tty b-tches flock around me like a freaknik (come on)
if lil’ mama bad enough then i might take her to the suite (ooh)
she gon’ suck me till doze of, like i’m in a jeep
at the round table, make sure all my n-ggas gotta seat (yeah)
kick sh-t on the phone with da mack and my lil’ n-gga reese (brrr)
ice up on me cold, why you think i’m rockin gucci fleece? (why?)
just got off the phone with wafi, think i need another piece (hmm)
big dog chain ‘round my collar, i don’t have a leash (no)
if he reach, like a softball put him on a tee
this lil’ n-gga be the littest (yup, litty)
period, end of the sentence (yup, period)
been wit it since the beginnin (yup, straight up)
dennis i was a lil menace (yup, ah)
keep me some racks in my skinnies tucked (rackets)
i’m ballin’, go get ya minutes up (get up off the bench)
come get ya pretty lil’ bitty, chuck (come get her)
‘cause she beggin’ me to come t-tty f-ck (woah)
i been too humble like way too long (too f-ckin’ long)
don’t have a need to be made a loan (nah)
i jumped off the porch and you stayed at home (boi)
been da sh-t before i made a song (yuh)
my lil’ b-tch yellow like grey poupon (baddie)
came in the door in her shades and thong (ooh)
i f-ck these hoes then wave ‘em gone (bye)
put that b-tch out ’cause she stayed too long (go)
when i came in i didn’t want a co-sign
i said “f-ck it i’m fine, i’ma do it myself” (no)
these n-ggas wack and be wastin’ they time
’cause whenever they sign they get put on da shelf (ha-ha-ha)
i’m living lavish, i dropped my bad habits
i do not eat swine ’cause i care bout my health (no)
don’t need a spotlight, i’m still gonna shine
’cause this lil’ light of mine got me covered in wealth (rich, shhh)
i’m moving in stealth
i’m too much, don’t know what to do with myself (don’t)
i spent what you spent on ya jewels on a belt (b-tch)
my n-gga you makin’ a fool of ya self (b-tch)
and i bet these lil’ n-ggas know who to play (b-tch)
dolce my shades i feel groovy today (yeah)
i’m a boss so they gon’ do what i say (yeah)
said i was broke, that was foolish to say (what?)
‘pose to be chasing this money but you just a dummy
you steady be chasing these hoes (stupid)
f-ck n-gga stay out my way, i’m back poppin’ my sh-t and don’t care if i’m steppin’ on toes (yeah)
pressin’ on all of my foes and ain’t talking ’bout dancin’ but i’m kickin’ sh-t with my woes (comedy)
i’m way too solid for bendin’ and so is this paper, boy my money can’t even fold (that’s cash)

[outro]
hitkidd what it do mane?
yuh, yuh (yeah), yuh (yeah), yuh (yeah), yuh (yeah), yuh (yeah-yeah-yeah)
yuh (yeah),yuh (yeah), yuh (yeah), yuh (yeah), yuh (yeah), yuh (yeah-yeah-yeah)
dum-dum-dum-dum-dum
dum-dum-dum-dum-dum
dum-dum-dum-dum-dum
dum-dum-dum-dum-dum
this joint so f-ckin’ gangsta

- co cash lyrics

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