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all the way - codi j lyrics

[intro: codi j]
yeah
like oooh

[chorus: codi j]
i just got a hundred in the brief case
rolex watch on blue face
i just trap a new way
oooh
pop you in your workplace
face up on the staircase
counting green like earth day
yeah
n*gga stop your talking fussing
leave you red like robitussin
don’t talk n*gga no discussion
ooh
hold on lil b*tch i’m bussing
counting grams like by the dozen
i just f*cked your b*tch and cousin
dat b*tch, yeah dat b*tch, yeah all say
she climb on the d*ck like she hiking
them stupid n*ggas they be all play
it’s your lil b*tch that i’m piping
i pull up and hop out that rari
yeah hop out that rari
my n*ggas they trapping like all day
uh imma go all the way
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the way, yeah
[verse 1: christi]
yeah n*gga we the new wave, balling like it’s 2k, we don’t care what you say
no trust cause these n*ggas they be too fake, yeah these n*ggas two* faced, faker than a toupee
now you see me getting money n*gga, you hate
got my bands up like the club on the tuesday
ima pull up in a rari, aye
how much spent on these diamonds, i can hardly say
spent a milli on a rock like i’m carti, wait
money talks n*gga tell me what your dollars say
money conversation, i see all these n*ggas hating
n*gga got a problem? he get solved like an equation
we gon pull up on you n*gga it’s a home invasion
if your b*tch think i love her that’s a wild imagination
really i’m the type of n*gga walking around with big racks
got a problem get the choppa make u get back
no mcdonald’s ima pull up with a big mac
she say “christi you the greatest” i say “big facts”
if you diss i won’t hesitate to shoot you
talking tough, then the glock it gon mute you
big racks, bad b*tches what i’m used to
run a train on your b*tch n*gga choo choo
b*tch i’m focused on the cash flow, chilling with a bad hoe
that’s why n*ggas mad though
oooh
they can stay mad though, can’t mess wit the gang, no, got alotta ammo
and your b*tch say she love me, just ask her , i’m the type of n*gga ghost a b*tch like caspar
we the new wave, it’s a new chapter, i’m in my prime like a number with two factors
christi
[chorus: codi j]
i just got a hundred in the brief case
rolex watch on blue face
i just trap a new way
oooh
pop you in your workplace
face up on the staircase
counting green like earth day
yeah
n*gga stop your talking fussing
leave you red like robitussin
don’t talk n*gga no discussion
ooh
hold on lil b*tch i’m bussing
counting grams like by the dozen
i just f*cked your b*tch and cousin
dat b*tch, yeah dat b*tch, yeah all say
she climb on the d*ck like she hiking
them stupid n*ggas they be all play
it’s your lil b*tch that i’m piping
i pull up and hop out that rari
yeah hop out that rari
my n*ggas they trapping like all day
uh imma go all the way
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, all the way, yeah
[verse 2: codi j]
yeah these n*ggas playing
don’t give a f*ck what they talking, they saying
can’t come in b*tch cause you not on the list
show her my fist then i buss on her tits
can’t f*ck these hoes cause they all just be lying
i want p*ssy but ain’t spending a dime
all wellfryy be my n*ggas my slime
richard millie on my wrist still can’t tell the time
can’t check the time boss
you outta time boss
i just got new frost
n*gga don’t know the cost
i just copped a mansion like
got your lil b*tch dancing like
gimme the money ain’t asking twice
my wrist went to new farenheight
so
look at my gold
bought a new jacket my wrist is too cold
go all the way so i’m never gon fold
look at my wrist and my sticks and my pole
shoot you like messi when scoring a goal
this ain’t no sink, ain’t no leak, ain’t no mole
he can’t control like i took his console
choppas on choppas i know i’m gon fold em
dollars on dollars on dollars ain’t owe em
yeah
me and christi gon get it popping and show em
get rich and then all my n*ggas they own em
make some money on all these rappers outgrow em

- codi j lyrics

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