Top Songs By Co Cash
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Co Cash
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrico Bowen
Composer
Anthony L Holmes, Jr.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitkidd
Producer
Clay Krucial Perry
Mixing Engineer
Bill Jabr
Mastering Engineer
Clay "Krucial" Perry III
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yuh
I got somethin' to say up in here
The first **** play up in here
He gon' lay up in here
He gon' stay up in here (He gon' die in here)
Told my stick everyday up in here
This shit crucial
Like I just brought clay up in here (Like I just brought clay up in here)
I been runnin' it way up
This shit like a lay up
I'm havin my way up in here
Glizzy with the glock stop
Pull up in the drop top
We gon' spin his block
Drop it right off at the chop shop
Bloody like a clot, dog
Sorry I cannot stop
Hit 'em in they stomach
Turn his shirt into a crop top
Never had a soft spot
Run up on me pop pop
Every **** with me
Told the city these are not props
Cruisin with a thot box
Think she from the opp block
**** standin' by
They kinda hard for them to not mark
They tryna mimick me
Can't be my mini me
We not the same they like
Zero percent of me
Shit on my enemies
I know they sick of me
They havin' cash
But that shit ain't equivalent
Never been friendly
It ain't no befriending me
Fuck that lil boy
He got bitch **** tendencies
Movin' so vigilant
Humble and militant
That **** broke
Get him out my vicinity
Hoe just to be in my presence a privilege
But you can stay
If you keep it explicit
She eat the dick
Like the meal is exquisite
And she bring a friend every time that she visit
I'm chasin' digits
I don't do the dissin'
Never see my name in no **** mentions
My dawg he don't like to talk
But he vicious
He just go suit up and handle the business
They tryna run off with shit I invented
They know who the hottest
Of course they gon' copy
Young **** poppin'
But never been cocky
It's one in the head
Or the glock it, don't cock it
Pretty little body
She callin' me papi
Golly my bitch look like Buffy the body
Look at my pockets
They buff and they stocky
Got rich in the yo
So they callin' me Gotti
Who is this cold ****?
Won't play with no ****
He do a show
He still go through the door with 'em
Running with gorillas
Trappers and go getters
Sell it for high but we buy for the low ****
Money get so bigger
Bitches be so bitter
Blocking my phone 'cause I said I can't go with her
Fuck that lil hoe ****
Go get the dough ****
I used to sleep on a pallet with no pillow
Baby nine on me
This bitch don't go no sitter
Where is the nanny?
Racks stuffed in the fanny
Rock so much gold they think I won a Grammy
Count up a 100 while still in my jammies
We havin' big bucks and never no wammies
She seen my ice and she came out her panties
Screaming my name make her chant it in Spanish
She's a grown woman
But like to get managed
Rich as fuck got 'em calling me Manny
If she's a cougar
I'll fuck on ya mammy
Keep baggin', thumb through them racks in a hammy
Rich **** shit
The broke wouldn't understand me
I got some **** that's trappin' and scammin'
You got some **** that's livin' in famine
Bought a new chopper
This bitch Pakistan
You make the wrong move and I let it do damage
Don't condone that bitch shit
That'll get you hit quick
I ain't playin Madden
But I call my caddy hit stick
Always been a misfit
All my diamonds glisten
My neck and my wrist lit
Call me Mr. Big shit
Spent a **** 5 months rent
Up on a fit bitch
Shit they never seen
They like **** where you get this?
Soon as a bitch hold out her hand
She get dismissed
Sent a pic of money
When she asked me for a dick pic
I'm in the A with a thick bitch from Illinois
Coon you don't care
What you rockin a fitted for?
They think they started the shit I been did before
Just poppin shit
What you all in yo feelings for?
Broke a bitch
Now this hoe callin me City Boy
Got on two chains
And my thot got a titty boy
Better think twice when it's me that you sendin' for
Watch how you talk to the biggest
Lil bitty boy
Written by: Anthony L Holmes, Jr., Terrico Bowen