Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Co Cash
Songwriter
Tay Keith
Songwriter
Lyrics
Tay Keith, fuck these **** up!
First name Co
Last name Cash
I'm from the city of Memphis
And this just a brief description of how I been feeling
They been sleeping on me for a minute
(Wake up)
So I had to make 'em feel it
(Grrr)
Every beat I get on I been killing
(Murder)
And plus I been making a killing
(That too)
I been moving city to city
(Can't stop)
It's such a wonderful feeling
(Won't stop)
And bitch you can keep ya lil' pennies
I want me a milli like that boy from Philly
(Aw shit)
I'm the new kid on the block
(Yeah)
Spent a light ten on a watch
(Yeah)
All these hoes on my dick like I'm a jock
(Like I play ball)
Motherfuck the cops, tell 'em free my **** Roc
(Tell my ****)
**** talking down, when I'm 'round they get stopped
(Shh)
Can't see me 'cause I'm looking down from the top
(Where he at?)
Like a hot potato, fuck around and get dropped
Get fresh as a bitch to ride around in a drop
(Mm-hmm)
Pulled up in that coupe, and you jumping out a hooptie
(Skrrt)
Come and get ya boo, she been tryna give me coochie
(Come get her)
Shout out YFN, I been getting to the lucci
Head to my feet, bitch you know that it's Gucci
(I'm fresh)
I'm eating steak and my bitch eating sushi
(Ooh)
It's a mistake if you play, I'ma shoot you
I get my check then I throw up the deuces
(I'm gone)
Pour up a eighth, we not sipping no deuces
(Nope)
My grandma said she wanna see me with riches
(I gotcha)
Fuck I look like tricking it off on these bitches?
(What?)
They like, "What is that poking out of your skinnies?"
(Huh)
Bitch, I got them racks bustin' out of my britches
(That's cash)
She always told me, "Stay on top of your business"
(My momma)
I went to school, did that shit for my momma
(I did)
That shit wasn't cutting it, I had to go get it
(No no)
I dropped out of college, didn't get my diploma
But I got you a promise
(I'm staying committed)
Got a new whip, that's cash
Smoking out a zip, it's gas
(O-G)
Got it on my hip, don't ask
It got on her lip, she nasty
(Whoa)
Turnt up in the V.I.P., that's cash
(That's me)
Condo in the hills, it's cash
(That's me)
Fuck how you feel, they mad
(Lil' boy)
**** know what it is, it's facts
(Haha)
(He ain't playin', you think he playin' 'bout this money?)
Mm-hmm, aye you know what none of this shit for play
(He know where my momma stay, know where your momma stay)
(You say he had a gun when you seen him right?)
Yeah
(Well, name one person in the hood that play like that)
Ya, ya, ya, ya
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ya, ya, ya
(Yeah, yeah)
Why these **** acting tough, tough, tough
(Huh? Huh? Huh?)
Tough, tough, tough?
(For what? For what? For what?)
Yeah, my pockets double stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
(Cash, aye)
Stuffed, aye, stuffed
(Racks, yes)
****, get yo' money up, up, up
(Boy, uh, pissed)
Up, up, up
(Mad, upset, she said)
Fuck ass ****
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Co Cash, Tay Keith