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co cash - walkin exhibit lyrics

[intro]
let the band play

[chorus]
back on my pivot, god be my witness
20 racks tucked in my amiri britches
consistently drippin, you might end up slippin
show off my ice while wave at the b-tches
hot as a sk!llet, cold as a frigid
draped in designer, my taste is exquisite
make em remember if he forget it
gun on my waist and i shoot with precision
run up them digits, me and my n-gglets
we trynna see who gone spend it the quickest
n-gga you trippin, you shop wit a limit
ya money too short like a snippet or midget
lil mama pretty plus she the thickest
if this b-tch listen might make her the mrs
center of attention, b-tch i’m the sl1ckest
hoes stop and stare i’m a walking exhibit

[verse 1]
might pull in a bentley, this isn’t a civic
take off on the cops, they won’t give me a ticket
she say im a dog but she giving me kitty
i keep showing her racks, she keep showing me t-tties
she like how i talk, i be speaking explicit
and my ice shining bright, b-tch i really be litty
you can’t walk how i walk, i be kickin my pimpin
you can’t buy what i bought, cause you low on expenses
jimmy choo drip-drip
n-ggas ain’t hip-hip
b-tch it cost a grip-grip
gave da clerk a tip-tip
point me to da vip-vip
baby show me nip slips
f-ck her then i dip-dip
too much on my chip-chip
p-ss her to the gang gang
fifty on my chain mane
still sending change to my n-ggas in the chain gang
we don’t ball the same, man these n-ggas really lame mane
spending out ya range, so just stay up in ya lane-lane
rockin helmut lang like a n-gga playing football
tell the truth, i can tell i got these n-ggas shook dog
n-gga acting tough but he really justa mush ball
thousand dollar shoes, that’s half a band a foot dog
i might spend it on a fit
you gone give it to the b-tch
and i pop the biggest sh-t
cause i’m really living rich
but it’s still a whole lotta paper that i gotta get
still got a whole ‘nother ball that i gotta pitch
dressed in high fashion, cartier gl-sses
took a lil break, now i’m back on they -sses
we hop in foreigns and we do dashes
elegant, so b-tches calling me cashius

[verse 2]
my style isn’t basic, you can’t replicate it
this authentic fabric, yo sh-t fabricated
these n-ggas can’t see me, go tell em get lasic
they falling behind cause they way too complacent
i know they want my shine but i won’t let em take it
b-tch i wanted some cake so i had to go bake it
and i don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout a payment
i spent five hundred dollars on expensive fragrance
he been balling too hard, someone give him a flagrant
but i don’t play no sport, cartier like a dork
i been f-cking sh-t up in like too many places
spent a bag in la, spent a bag in new york
knock me a b-tch, i take off with ya wh0r-
way too much drip, leave a sign on the floor
got way too many racks but i want me some more
my whole crib is covered in brand new decor
i can’t trip off a hoe, i got b-tches galore
once i f-ck, cut her off, don’t want her anymore
you might put on some sh-t that i already wore
freshest one in this b-tch when i walk through the door

[outro]
back on my pivot, god be my witness
20 racks tucked in my amiri britches
consistently drippin, you might end up slippin
show off my ice while wave at the b-tches
hot as a sk!llet, cold as a frigid
draped in designer, my taste is exquisite
make em remember if he forget it
gun on my waist and i shoot with precision (brrr)
let the band play

- co cash lyrics

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