Top Songs By Co Cash
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Co Cash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Composer
Terrico Bowen
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Producer
Lyrics
Tay Keith, fuck these **** up
Ain't talkin' rackets, stop all that racket (Stop)
I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' (Cash)
Coupe automatic, this ain't no Cadi' (Ooh)
Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy (Ice)
Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy (Uh)
Star on my jacket, like I'm from Dallas (Yuh)
You penny pinchin', I'm handlin' business
I make it happen, really 'bout action (Oh)
You ain't gettin' paper, young **** stop it
Whole lotta' haters, young **** poppin'
Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' (Drip)
Bitch from the tropics callin' me papi (Woo)
Brand new lil' hottie, she went to college
Don't want your thottie, too many bodies (Woo)
I done became a habitual shopper
New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it
(Oh shit)
They look and they stare when I walk in the function
This young **** drippin' and speedin'
(Young **** drippin' and speedin')
I might put 'em on payroll and make 'em my cameramen
The way they copy my image (I feel like they diggin' my shit)
My style is impeccable, don't need no Maybelline
This shit doesn't have a blemish (Nope)
I remember starvin' like Marvin
That money be givin' me sexual healin' (Woo, woo)
Wonderful feelin'
Wake up, go shoppin' at Beverly Center (Cash)
Fuck these blue hunnids, I heavily spend 'em (Yeah)
Pretty lil' biddie, I'm tryna get in her (Smash)
Take her to lunch then I fuck her for dinner (Yeah)
Got her own bag and a car, not a rental (Nope)
My bitch be cummin' like one of the Jenners (Baddies)
Don't you compare me to none of these **** (Uh-uh)
Money the only thing that I resemble (This cash)
Might fuck a old **** daughter
She like how these diamonds hit all in my mouth and my collar
(Ice, ice)
Walk in the mall, spend a shit ton of dollars
On expensive linen and Balenciaga (Drip)
Go spend a check on my momma to see the face she gon' make
When she see what I done bought her
And tell her don't worry 'bout my pockets
Ain't havin' no problems
You know your son is a baller (Know)
Ain't talkin' rackets, stop all that racket (Stop)
I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' (Cash)
Coupe automatic, this ain't no Cadi' (Ooh)
Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy (Ice)
Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy (Uh)
Star on my jacket, like I'm from Dallas (Yuh)
You penny pinchin', I'm handlin' business
I make it happen, really 'bout action (Oh)
You ain't gettin' paper, young **** stop it (Oh)
Whole lotta' haters, young **** poppin'
Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' (Drip)
Bitch from the tropics callin' me papi (Woo)
Brand new lil' hottie, she went to college
Don't want your thottie, too many bodies (Woo)
I done became a habitual shopper
New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young **** a threat, so they send subliminals
Chains on my neck, I feel like a criminal
When it come to racks, you havin' the minimal
Ain't throwin' no shade, I'm speakin' in general (No)
Met that lil' ho, I think she from Jamaica
I just want the facial, I don't wanna date her
And if she will not go then I'm not gonna make it
Kick her straight out the door and I won't see her later
(Get up outta here)
I'm smokin' strong and you smokin' wimpy (Yeah)
Your pockets empty, my money lengthy
Who that was said that little **** wasn't gettin' it? (Ooh)
Might blow a fifty, please do not tempt me (Yeah)
Honestly, don't think no one fuckin' with you
To keep it a hunnid, to keep it a Benji'
She want a **** like me 'cause I'm gifty
She on her knees like Heaven just sent me
Ain't talkin' rackets, stop all that racket (Stop)
I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' (Cash)
Coupe automatic, this ain't no Cadi' (Ooh)
Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy (Ice)
Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy (Uh)
Star on my jacket, like I'm from Dallas (Yuh)
You penny pinchin', I'm handlin' business
I make it happen, really 'bout action (Oh)
You ain't gettin' paper, young **** stop it
Whole lotta' haters, young **** poppin'
Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' (Drip)
Bitch from the tropics callin' me papi (Woo)
Brand new lil' hottie, she went to college
Don't want your thottie, too many bodies (Woo)
I done became a habitual shopper
New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it
(I need it)
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Terrico Bowen