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co cash & realred - smoke lyrics

[intro: co cash]
(red, that ho so f+ckin’ bumpin’, bruh)
ayy, i don’t really wanna do no talkin’ if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout no motherf+ckin’ ms
know what i’m sayin’?
y’all can have all that other sh+t
you feel me?
oh

[pre+chorus: co cash]
i don’t talk a lot, but b+tch, i do the d+mn most (yeah)
thumbin’ through the money ’til my f+ckin’ hand sore (ah)
runnin’ this sh+t up until the rubber band broke (you dig?)
i don’t beef with n+ggas, i got smoke with bein’ broke (know what i’m sayin’?)

[chorus: co cash]
i don’t beef with n+ggas, i got smoke with bein’ broke (smoke with bein’ broke)
i don’t beef with n+ggas, i got smoke with bein’ broke (smoke with bein’ broke)
i don’t beef with n+ggas, i got smoke with bein’ broke (know what i’m sayin’?)
i don’t beef with n+ggas, i got smoke with bein’ broke (you feel me?)

[verse: co cash]
ayy, n+ggas be dissin’ but ain’t got a penny, i’m startin’ to think these n+ggas beefin’ with money (facts)
talk like a b+tch but his pockets be empty, his daddy must not have been teachin’ him nothin’ (hahaha)
glock on my waist, i be keepin’ me one (bah), baby, i’m not just a regular guy (nope)
f+ck n+gga better not be reachin’ for nothin’ (sh+t), run up on me and get hit with the fire (fah)
i done been broke before, i can’t never ever go back (back)
get on one knee for the money (racks), i done got way too attached (oh)
my b+tch, she look like a barbie, but this ho act like a brat (brat)
they busy runnin’ they mouth, i’m busy runnin’ up racks (know what i’m sayin’?)
won’t conversate if it ain’t ’bout the pape’, n+ggas ain’t even factors, they just in the way (at all)
no runnin’ out, plenty food on my plate, i got too much at stake, you should see my estate (you feel me?)
currency callin’, bae, i’m on the way, i just made me a play for a hundred somethin’ k (got a call)
the brokest one always got somethin’ to say, n+gga, shut the f+ck up and just stay in your place (oh)
[pre+chorus: co cash]
i don’t talk a lot, but b+tch, i do the d+mn most (yeah)
thumbin’ through the money ’til my f+ckin’ hand sore (frrt, ah)
runnin’ this sh+t up until the rubber band broke (you dig?)
i don’t beef with n+ggas, i got smoke with bein’ broke (know what i’m sayin’?)

[outro: co cash]
see, that what be n+gga’s problem (i done figured it out)
n+ggas be too worried ’bout the next man (that sh+t be wird)
ain’t worried ’bout no motherf+ckin’ money (how?)
and wonder why they still broke (still broke)
and why they gon’ stay broke (forever)
hahaha
i don’t talk a lot, but b+tch, i do the d+mn most (yeah)
thumbin’ through the money ’til my f+ckin’ hand sore (cash)
runnin’ this sh+t up until the rubber band broke (you dig?)
i don’t beef with n+ggas, i got smoke with bein’ broke (know what i’m sayin’?)

- co cash realred lyrics

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