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stop it - cozy caleb lyrics

[verse]
tell that boy to stop it
tell that boy to stop it
tell that boy to stop it
tell that boy to stop it
’cause i got a rocket
hundred in my pocket
call the beamer a rocket
prada in my closet
off*white on my carpet
always make a profit
always get the bread
know the bread first
riding in reverse
prada all my shirts
chrome hearts on my jeans
i could serve a fiend
tesla for saleen, i put that b*tch in a widebody
i don’t really do that sh*t, but she’s my favorite shawty
all these b*tches getting popped, welcome to thе party
and i’m jumping in this b*tch, i feel like jeff hardy
off the ninеteen forty*two, they gon’ act naughty
i just went and blew a bag on my godd*mn, hmm
i just went and blew a bag on my godd*mn porsche
i can’t do no luxe, i’m only riding in a sport
i’d rather cop a supra than something with suicide doors
i went and copped a spider, could’ve copped a rolls royce
hundred on my wrist is flashing like some polaroids *camera shutter*
put some diamonds on saleen, she’s my favorite one (mm)
hop up in a private plane, the pilot’s name is runtz
and i go and count this money, that’s the sh*t i love
and i’m throwing hundreds when i’m stepping in the club
when i go and get paid, they pull up in a whole*ass brinks truck
getting bread, stack some bread, get some more
and you could never understand what i’m saying
if i’m in the porsche, ain’t no point in chasing *car speeds past and revs*
if i’m in the tesla, we could get to racing *car speeds past, revs, and drifts*
if i’m in the store, i’mma get to spending (mm)
just made a thirty ball, went and spent it (mm)
fit cost a check, i really get to stepping (mm)
i’ma clean the store just like dirty dishes
yeah, i bet these diamonds bite, something vicious
i put it on diors with an off*white, mmm
hold up, give me a minute, let me go and finish (mm)
i put it on diors with an off*white fitted
when i’m in the porsche, i don’t know a limit
and when i see the dash, i just see a digit
i’m counting all this money, you would think i print it
i’m getting all this bread, had to go and get it

- cozy caleb lyrics

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