letra de told me - co cash
[intro: co cash]
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
tay keith, f-ck these n-gg-s up
[chorus: co cash]
i’ma tell you like a n-gg- told me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
if you go broke, better go pick up a ski
i be gucci’d down, i got sick of louis v
think i’m ’bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea
i be puttin’ it down, know my haters sick of me
they gon’ bite a n-gg- style ’cause my sh-t on fleek
smokin’ dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked
told the concierge, “point me to the penthouse suite”
lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
better not pay a b-tch, she gon’ f-ck me for the free
water on my wrist drippin’, think it got a leak
if a n-gg- play with me, then my n-gg-s gon’ tweak
f-ck-f-ck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
b-tches-b-tches watchin’ me like a f-ckin’ tv
pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
say that she ain’t heard of me, told the b-tch she sleep (ooh)
[verse 1: co cash]
truth be told, a lot of n-gg-s runnin’ out of guap (guap)
say they havin’ paper but they really out of stock (broke)
on instagram cappin’ but you sleepin’ on a cot (what?)
if you ain’t gettin’ no money, why you posted on the block? (what?)
say that that’s ya b-tch, i got my d-ck up in her tw-t (euh)
i’ma let her drown, i got no feelings for the thot (no)
vvss lookin’ like some dried up snot (ice)
in other words, i just put some boogers in the watch (woo)
i can teach a young n-gg- how to get rich (cash)
rule number one, never fall for the b-tch (no, no, no)
rule number two, keep it solid with your clique
and if you lookin’ like a lick, keep a fully-loaded stick (ooh)
b-tch, i really got it, so i pop a lotta sh-t (b-tch)
guess the n-gg- mad ’cause i’m f-ckin’ on his sis (b-tch)
i’ma send a hit before i ever send a diss (bah)
catch a n-gg- loafin’, i’ma pop one like a cyst
[bridge: co cash]
these n-gg-s look up to me, the streets f-ckin’ with me
because it ain’t no cap in my rap (no)
my ho keep trippin’, she says i’m always in the lab
i’m just perfectin’ my craft (woah)
i did not have me no coach when i jumped in the streets
in the jungle, i had to adapt (mmm)
i am not selfish when it come to money or b-tches
i’m gon’ split ’em both with my pals (ooh)
[chorus: co cash]
i’ma tell you like a n-gg- told me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
if you go broke, better go pick up a ski (ski)
i be guccied down, i got sick of louis v (v)
think i’m ’bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea
i be puttin’ it down, know my haters sick of me
they gon’ bite a n-gg- style ’cause my sh-t on fleek
smokin’ dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked
told the concierge, “point me to the penthouse suite”
lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
better not pay a b-tch, she gon’ f-ck me for the free
water on my wrist drippin’, think it got a leak
if a n-gg- play with me, then my n-gg-s gon’ tweak
f-ck-f-ck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
b-tches-b-tches watchin’ me like a f-ckin’ tv
pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
say that she ain’t heard of me, told the b-tch she sleep
[verse 2: lil yachty]
n-gg-s be sleepin’, huh?
n-gg-s be sleepin’, tempur-pedic but they be peakin’, huh?
b-tches be tweakin’, huh?
pistol be peakin’ out the side, you n-gg-s be geekin’, huh?
ooh, i let these lil’ n-gg-s have it
ten-ten thousand dollars on a automatic
t-t-ten thousand, throw it on a acrobatic
my b-tch smoke on sweet aromatics
b-tch, how you bossin’ sleepin’ on a mattress?
your bank account dry, stiff, cactus
i-i-i got them racks, splurge, saks fifth
you not a boss, b-tch, you a actress
politic with politicians
dripped out the school ’cause i didn’t wanna pay for admissions
rather writing composition
wrote up a rap that got me richer than a deacon
i-i-i got that lil’ p-ssy leakin’
seen you in flight, you my b-tch for the weekend
i don’t give a f-ck if these n-gg-s don’t like me
let ’em know they jewelry do not excite me
let ’em know i never rented a whip
pink-pink slip everything that i own
a-a-and i spazz on everything that i’m on
new tommy gun, b-tch, i’m lil boat capone
[chorus: co cash]
i’ma tell you like a n-gg- told me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
if you go broke, better go pick up a ski (ski)
i be guccied down, i got sick of louis v (v)
think i’m ’bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea (sea)
i be puttin’ it down, know my haters sick of me
they gon’ bite a n-gg- style ’cause my sh-t on fleek
smokin’ dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked
told the concierge, “point me to the penthouse suite”
lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
better not pay a b-tch, she gon’ f-ck me for the free
water on my wrist drippin’, think it got a leak
if a n-gg- play with me, then my n-gg-s gon’ tweak
f-ck-f-ck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
b-tches-b-tches watchin’ me like a f-ckin’ tv
pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
say that she ain’t heard of me, told the b-tch she sleep
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