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you was lucky, relax - co cash lyrics

[intro]
ayy
(acec, turn that heat up, n*gga)
yeah
yeah, get off

[chorus]
i’m in that cash, i be givin’ them facts (facts)
chasin’ the cheese, i don’t f*ck with the rats (nah)
n*gga, we winnin’, just look at the stats (up)
walked out of saks and a n*gga went bats (crazy)
call from a baddie, i got me some act’ (brrt)
f*cked from the back in the back of the ‘bach
cut the ho off if she get too attached (bye)
baby, be cool, you was lucky, relax (ho)
i’m in that cash, i be givin’ them facts (cash)
chasin’ the cheese, i don’t f*ck with the rats (nope)
n*gga, we winnin’, just look at the stats (up)
walked out of saks and a n*gga went bats (dumb)
call from a baddie, i got me some act’ (yeah)
f*ckеd from the back in the back of the ‘bach (oh)
cut thе ho off if she get too attached (bye)
baby, be cool, you was lucky, relax (relax)

[verse 1]
baby, be cool, i don’t mean to be rude (sike)
sh*ttin’ on these n*ggas, they covered in stew (ugh)
racks on my plate, ain’t no touchin’ my food (n*gga)
no yakama, but my neck covered in jewels (get it)
i be poppin’ this sh*t like i’m gone off the booze (bye)
please don’t bother me when i’m workin’ my moves (please)
i keep puttin’ that sh*t on, i’m always in the mood
dressed in stella mccartney, i’m findin’ my groove (oh)
lil’ mama too standard, she don’t meet my standard (uh)
if she bad, i might chance her, she too hard to handle (i might)
freaky white b*tch look like hannah montana (bad)
say she would like me to f*ck on the camera (sl*tty)
she suck it so sloppy, ho, where is your manners? (ugh)
creep on the low like we part of a scandal (shh)
i hit your ho with some gucci pajamas (sorry)
and i dismiss the b*tch in a fashionable manner (bye)
say she got a n*gga, i ain’t got nothin’ to do with it (so?)
so just give me the top and some guap and i’m through with it
i thought she was a sinner the way that she threw it back (d*mn)
sl*tt the b*tch out, bust a nut on her booty crack (ha)
pockets on fat ’cause i keep me a knot in here (cash)
might f*ck around, spend 10k on a prada fur (yeah)
k!llin’ the scene, i might leave me a body there (might)
i just pull up, get my check, then i’m out of here (later)
[chorus]
i’m in that cash, i be givin’ them facts (facts)
chasin’ the cheese, i don’t f*ck with the rats (nah)
n*gga, we winnin’, just look at the stats (up)
walked out of saks and a n*gga went bats (crazy)
call from a baddie, i got me some act’ (brrt)
f*cked from the back in the back of the ‘bach
cut the ho off if she get too attached (bye)
baby, be cool, you was lucky, relax (ho)
i’m in that cash, i be givin’ them facts (cash)
chasin’ the cheese, i don’t f*ck with the rats (nope)
n*gga, we winnin’, just look at the stats (up)
walked out of saks and a n*gga went bats (stupid)
call from a baddie, i got me some act’ (yeah)
f*cked from the back in the back of the ‘bach (oh)
cut the ho off if she get too attached (bye)
baby, be cool, you was lucky, relax (come on, b*tch, relax)

[verse 2]
lil’ mama, i’m doin’ my thing, so don’t mind me (no)
know a n*gga like me, let me know where you find him (come here)
heard that boy rockin’ moissanite, i’m rockin’ diamonds (ice)
my bad, but we not on the same type of time (nah)
got so much of this paper, compare me to biden (cash)
young n*gga went got him a sack like a lion (ayy)
when i put on this drip, you would think i designed it (mm)
you can’t f*ck with this sh*t, thought you should be reminded (oh)
lil’ n*gga run this sh*t up to the max (max)
i pulled up in a foreign, no more drivin’ the max (skrrt)
with that glock on my left and bad b*tch on my passenger (frrt)
but it’s just for the night, you can have her back afterwards (boy)
did i make her my wife? we not even compatible (no)
i can’t give up my heart, i’m in love with the cap (nah)
i just got a new stamp, took a flight international (yeah)
and these n*ggas be ‘flaging, i’m keepin’ it factual (yeah)
[chorus]
i’m in that cash, i be givin’ them facts (true)
chasin’ the cheese, i don’t f*ck with the rats (cash)
n*gga, we winnin’, just look at the stats (yeah)
walked out of saks and a n*gga went bats (crazy)
call from a baddie, i got me some act’ (brrt)
f*cked from the back in the back of the ‘bach
cut the ho off if she get too attached (bye)
baby, be cool, you was lucky, relax (chill)

- co cash lyrics

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