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co cash - take one lyrics

[intro]
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas 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

[verse]
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 k!lling (murder)
and plus i been making a k!lling (that too)
i been moving city to city (can’t stop), it’s such a wonderful feeling (won’t stop)
and b-tch you can keep ya lil pennies, i want me a milli like that boy from philly (aw sh-t!)
i’m the new kid on the block (yea!), spent just like ten on a watch (yea!)
all these hoes on my d-ck like i’m a jock (like i play ball)
mothaf-ck the cops, tell em free my n-gga roc
n-ggas 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, f-ck around and get dropped
get fresh as a b-tch to ride around in a drop (mhmm)
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, b-tch you know that it’s gucci (i’m fresh)
i’m eating steak and my b-tch eating sushi (ooh)
it’s a mistake if you play, imma 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)
f-ck i look like tricking it off on these b-tches? (what?)
they like, “what is that poking out of your skinnies?” (huh)
b-tch, i got them racks bussin out of my britches (that’s cash)
she always told me, “stay on top of your business” (my mama)
i went to school, did that sh-t for my mama (i did)
that sh-t 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 no promos (i’m staying committed)

[chorus]
got a new whip, that’s cash
smoking out a zip, it’s gas (og)
got it on my hip, don’t ask (fye)
it got on her lip, she nasty (whoa)
turnt up in the vip, that’s cash (that’s me)
condo in the hills, it’s cash (that’s me)
f-ck how you feel, they mad (lil boy)
n-ggas know what it is, it’s facts (haha)

[outro: co cash, craig & smokey from friday]
he ain’t playin! you think he playin bout this money?
he know ain’t none of this sh-t for play
he know where my mama stay, know where your mama stay, you said he had a gun when you seen him right?
yeah
well, name one person in the hood that play like that
yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
why these n-ggas acting tough, tough, tough, tough, tough, tough?
yeah, my pockets double stuffed, stuffed, stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
n-gga, get yo money up, up, up, up, up, up

- co cash lyrics

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