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letra de take 4 - co cash

[intro]
first name co, last name cash
haha
what this is?
take one, take two, nah, nah, take three
nah, tay, this take four

[verse]
it’s over for n-ggas, i gave ’em they time, i’m still in my prime and i’m back in this b-tch (b-tch)
never been p-ssy, he play, then i’m firin’, i hope he don’t think i’m just rapping and sh-t (fah)
walking around with not less than a dime, i’m tryna see how many racks i can fit (cash)
is he independent still or did he sign? just know that a young n-gga havin’ this sh-t (oh)
we the ones with all the b-tches and money who coming through swervin’ in traffic and sh-t (skrrt)
we the ones who confiscate n-ggas hoes, you lovin’ that b-tch, i be clapping her sh-t
n-gga, we the one with all the diamonds and gold, come take a look at my immaculate wrist (ice)
n-gga, we the one who really did in real life while them other lil’ n-ggas be cappin’ and sh-t (cap-ass n-ggas)
smile and show my diamond t–th, but don’t think this sh-t all good (nah)
i mix my drink with the ‘wood, you play, you lay, it’s over stood (frrt)
b-tch, i’m havin’ money now (yeah), all my ex hoes know they blew it (ho)
i can’t f-ck her if she broke (no), uh-uh, b-tch, i wish i would (sh-t)
n-gga, go get you a milly (go)
hundreds in pocket on me when i’m chilin’ (cash)
i’m tryna run this sh-t up through the ceiling (up)
i’m spending thousand a week just on living (yeah)
first and foremost, gotta take care of my children (yup)
look up at me, they know dada been getting it (ayy)
finna hit wafi to make ’em a pendant (brrt)
they ain’t gon’ never need sh-t from no n-gga, ayy (oh)
who decide what? me, n-gga
i spent seven-hundred on a tee, n-gga
why you chasing p-ssy ‘stead of cheese, n-gga?
i make all my b-tches come to me, n-gga (what?)
when you f-ck, she make you pay a fee, n-gga
when i f-ck, i hit her for the free, n-gga (haha)
i don’t cuff hoes, i’m a p, n-gga
i’m from memphis, not from tennessee, n-gga (yup)
who the f-ck thought i wasn’t havin’ no money? keep callin’ my bluff and i’m upping an hundred (up)
beefin’ in comments, this n-gga’s a dummy
this sh-t be too funny, i’m just being honest (n-gga)
playing in public, it ain’t no discussion
get hit with the switch like that boy being punished (frrt)
i’m with some youngins that seen it and done it, they pull up and skate like they working at sonic (step with it)
we out on the court (yeah)
like to count up a check when i’m bored (cash)
up as f-ck, but i’m still unemployed (woo)
clean up nice like i’m doing my chores (drip, drip, drip)
rockin’ sh-t i couldn’t use to afford (i couldn’t)
pretty b-tch on my side and she’s gorgeous (she bad)
austin powers, i stay with the wh0res (the hoes)
both of ours, that b-tch isn’t yours, haha (she mine too)
come here, bae, you bad as f-ck, let a real n-gga turn you up (come here)
heard ol’ boy was broke as f-ck, tell him to let you out them cuffs (ayy)
came here with my b-tch, it ain’t just me, she f-cking both of us (f-cking both of us)
skinny, but my pockets buff, money talk, yo’ sh-t be on hush (oh)
racks in the goyard (racks)
they don’t let us in the door, we gon’ boguard (n-gga)
buy my sh-t, all cash, n-gga, no fraud (cash)
why they actin’ like getting money so hard? (why?)
n-gga, get up off your ass, better run it up (n-gga)
n-gga can’t compare to me ’cause he ain’t done enough (nah)
and my pockets on fat, need a tummy tuck (yup)
you feel me? (you feel me?) haha, you know i’m sayin’? (b-tch)
still that lil’ n-gga that’s fresh as a b-tch (yeah, yeah)
still that lil’ n-gga that keep him a glizzy (still)
still that lil’ n-gga that hit and dismiss it
leave that up to you with all that hugging and kissing (still)
still that lil’ n-gga that keep him a row (still, keep him a row)
rockin’ this pink just to match with his fifties (cash)
won’t chase a ho, i’m the one that get chose (sh-t)
told ’em before, but they didn’t wanna listen (oh, n-gga)
poppin’ this sh-t like a firecracker in the sky (yeah), every day fourth of july (ayy)
pillow talking to these b-tches like i ain’t the guy (n-gga)
boy, why the f-ck would you lie? (huh?)
keep that thing on me even when a n-gga flyin’ (yeah)
all in cali’ with the fire (fire)
to tell the truth i don’t think n-ggas really f-cking with me, but they more than welcome to try (haha, let’s get it)
[outro]
yup, yeah, yup, yeah, yup, yeah (i get all)
yeah (i get all, yeah), yeah (i get all, yeah), yeah (i get all, yeah), yeah, yeah-yeah
yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
haha (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (got all)

- co cash

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