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Yo Cochise, ah weh dem ah say?
Yo
Yo, yo
What's next? (Next)
Heard these niggas comin' for my neck
Back then, I was working at the Rec
She like, "Nigga, all you wanna do is flex"
Duh, don't you see the neck? Uh
The neck cost a check
A check could cost a jet
She like, "Nigga, now I wish we never met"
If you show me love, better show me respect (facts)
I'm in this deep, deep, straight up to my neck (bet)
And I'm protected, watch money met
H.o.p from now to death
Tell 'em we up, tell 'em we next
All this panache, finesse
Fuck it, let's play with no ref (ref)
Been in my bag, I've crept (yeah, yeah)
I fuck the game, ain't lubricate, like MJ how I step
There man face is way too bait
Can't keep, make sure he's whacked (yeah)
Write me up a check, yeah
(Brr, ha, ha)
Ooh-la-la (ha, ha)
She want me (ha, ha)
Ooh-la-la (ha, ha)
What's the fee? (Ha, ha)
Ooh-la-la, tell a pussy nigga, "Freeze" (ha, ha)
Ooh-la-la, I'ma give you what you need (ha, ha)
Yeah, ayy, yo, ayy, yo
Young boy gotta make them moves, check ups (shimoney)
But they don't know me, I'm next up, extra
Baby too extra, I needed one extra
Feeling all vex up, I need more money
I need more bands (skrrt)
I got my fans, I'm fuckin' on honeys, they know about man
I can't conversate with them lames, I can't (I can't)
I can't conversate with them lame niggas
I pump my chest, 'bout that check
I'm 'bout the money, I'm 'bout that flex
My little honey tryna get me fixed
You ain't that, I put them through the test (slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
Two gyal (two gyal), two gun
Two phone, don't run, ayy, yeah
Don't run, don't run
Don't run, me nah done
Yeah, it ain't finished
Tell the judge, "Extend the sentence"
On my own, independence
All A's, good attendance
Yeah, oay, got your card (card, card)
What's the pin? (Ah) What's the pin? (Ah)
Get it in, yeah (ah)
Niggas actin' fishy-fishy, see your fins (ha)
Shawty pull up, swishy-swishy, then she finished
I'ma tell that boy
Me nuh with no fish flavor
Unnuh watch unnuh behavior
Me nuh ramp wid no traitor
All mi dawgs make paper
Ha, yeah
The pack (pack), the pack (pack)
The pack (pack), the pack (pack)
The pack (pack), the pack (pack)
V's in the back (back)
B's on the back (back)
The team got the strap (strap)
The G's fit her back (back)
All the V's in the- (bup-bup-bup, yeah, yeah)
Diamonds on me long like limousine ('sine)
Baby, let me hop up for the cheese
Yeah, I'm gettin' paid, you can tell that by the jeans
And yeah, I turned red, I'm gettin' to the green
(Oh, yeah, I love me)
Oh, yeah, I love me
Oh, yeah, I'm a freak
Uh, I'm a prodigy
Huh, yeah, what you need?
Yeah, yeah, give me that C
Yeah, yeah, nigga, that C
Yeah, yeah, nigga that geek
Yeah, yeah, lookin' at me
Yeah, yeah, nigga, that C
Yeah, I was like, "What do you mean?" Ha
Shawty, stop making a scene
Oh wait, don't got a key
Oh wait, don't get a key
And no, I don't go in the trees
WRITERS
Archie Cardella, Terrell Cox
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sentric Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., SENTRIC MUSIC
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