co cash - ca$hday freestyle lyrics
[intro]
tay keith produced it, tay keith produced it
ya’ll know who did this sh-t
tay keith f-ck em up, tay keith f-ck em up!
[part i]
look who pulled up in a charger
backwood im sparking
upon my departure
i grew up without a father
dont do no arguing
ain’t with the duckin and dodgin
my money keep gettin larger
so ima target
yo lil sh-t need some enlargement
gucci sweater mr rodgers
paid like a doctor
these n-ggas shop at the market
these n-ggas fake and they flodgin
fendi runners on when im joggin
diamonds on me and my partners
all the fellas got rocks john carter
my n-gga just caught a few charges
now i gotta go a lil harder
and im choppin sh-t like barbers
and im drippin sauce like tarter
[part ii]
and now these lil b-tches keep lookin (tay keith produced it, tay keith produced it)
they sick of these rookies
they lovin the way that i drip
whoaa i po’ me a fo’
then stick out my pinky to show off my ring when i sip
all this water on me, think its gettin too deep
i needa go buy me a ship
she said she wanted a kid, i told ha you trippin
and then i put one on her lip
told that lil bit that i’m straight
then put ha outta my place
it ain’t no cuffin
lil b-tch i woulda been f-ckin with police if that was the case
shoe with no lace
ballin so hard broke my ankle
i think i might need me a brace
im in a race
tryna go run up this paper
they cannot keep up with my pace (these n-ggas can’t keep up with me)
b-tch im the sh-t yuh
i look like a l!ck yuh
if you try to hit yuh
i bet you gone miss yuh
i got em thinkin im gettin old
cuz i walk around with a stick whoaa
i spent a check on my kicks whoaa
got em like where did you get those
i walk around with a hitta
yo n-gga p-ssy boy where did you get him?
i must be numb cuz i cannot feel em
f-ck around ape his -ss like a gorilla
ice on my neck and its givin me shivers
in the villa overlookin a river
middle of winter im rockin chinchilla
baby nine on me and b-tch ima sitter
[part iii]
but umm ring the alarm
this sh-t im smokin a bomb
louie v down at the prom
louie v all over moms (louie v all over mothers)
you know the biz my nig
lil n-gga but they call me big ya dig
designer bag holdin my cig ya dig
run up on me pull the trig ya dig
aye yo lil b-tch she a hooker
dont forward them so i can’t say i took her
brick on my wrist like a just did a cook up
better come with that batch in when you book us
cartier frames like i got the hook up
b-tch when you talkin to me better look up
i can tell i got these lil n-ggas shook up (tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
im somewhere smokin dope with my foot up
rockin rose gold like a penny
told my n-ggas we’ll be on in a minute
told my b-tch i’ll be home in a minute
give her good pipe
make ha moan when im in it
god forgive me i know i been sinning
look at my image they know i been spending
dont look too hard cuz i might get offended
its been a month since i been in the city
i put some ice on my throat
i put some ice on my hoe
run up on me n-gga know
i got that stick in a tote
then n-ggas said i was broke
i took that sh-t as a joke
you a lil sheep im the goat
so dont get put on a coat
[part iv]
these n-ggas thought i was done
dont p-ss the baton
we already won
we do not correspond (tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
dont forward them guys i feel like a nun
i bet not settle for crumbs
i want me a m because thats where i’m from
that sh-t you doin i done
i’m bored its makin yawn
so i skate off in a international car
why he ridin with the doors ajar?
remember when i couldn’t afford a car
now these n-ggas can’t afford a bar from me
these n-ggas copy me
sick of the mockery
b-tch do not talk to me
b-tch get up off of me
if you ain’t with me then n-gga stay far from me
you should come work for me
you’ll learn a lot from me
f-ck up a check on my cash day
live every day like my last day
won’t let me in through the front door
f-ck it im takin the back way
i woke up feelin tremendous
my bank account lookin splendid
this ain’t a act or a gimmick
so if i said it i meant it for real
f-ck up a check on my cash day
live every day like my last day
won’t let me in through the front door
f-ck it im takin the back way
i woke up feelin tremendous
my bank account lookin splendid
this ain’t a act or a gimmick
so if i said it i meant it for real
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