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coca vango – oh yeah lyrics

[intro]
oh yeah!

[chorus]
every play i make is for the profit, i be droppin’ no deposits, like oh yeah
have you ever had a hundred thousand dollars in your pocket, no wallet, like oh yeah
all i know is “go & get the cash”
bmf i be blowin’ money fast
young n-gga feelin’ like (?) still, whole city know i did it, oh yeah
i’m finna go insane in this b-tch (oh yeah)
i gotta make it rain in this b-tch (oh yeah)
103 octane in this b-tch (oh yeah)
you know i’m bout the fame in this b-tch (oh yeah)
money on top of money, n-gga you know i get it
your b-tch give me toppy inside the coupe, you know it’s tinted
haters on top of haters, n-gga i’m havin’ (?)
cuz i’m doin’ everything that you wanna do (oh yeah)

[verse 1]
if you sick and tired of takin’ losses
surround your whole team full of bosses
c0ke on the corner, p-ssy n-gga you know i’m ballin’
if i ain’t finna f-ck up the game, then what you call it?
i been chasin’ dreams since paul, chris played for bosses
these n-ggas tryna catch up to coca, you know i lost ’em
i ain’t never signed a deal, my n-gga just know i’m straight
savage with the ball, skinny jeans with the bape
i been kickin’ flavor, got this sh-t from my partner
this sh-t grow from my soul, i got this sh-t there from pa
you just sweatin’ with the rollie, they call a n-gga notorious
skinny with the loss, & the back, know i imported it
on the block like a sinner, i only hang with the winners
i spit it like a vet, you hate amongst the beginners
only time you get a call with a package
i hit your city and i’m pickin’ up the back end

[verse 2]
everything that you wanna do, i done did
if you got a problem with the c0ke, yeah i’m wit it
i don’t give a f-ck bout no n-gga, i’m gettin’ paper
when i’m in la, i be ballin’ just like a laker
asalam alayk-m, my n-gga they call me (?)
i don’t do no wallet, my pockets sloppy from queso
sure got the jugg wit plenty more on the way though
any b-tch i wanna f-ck, they gonna f-ck me, they never say no
realest n-gga on the planet, i put this sh-t on my pop
any n-gga bettin’ different, he probably on the rock
same n-gga from the church, shootin’ dices behind the shop
i’m the topic of conversation, n-gga i’m finna pop
ben frank, that’s my n-gga, you know that we get it in
i f-ck around with the syrup, i really don’t do the hen
you tried to put me in the club that your b-tch in
i hit your city and i’m pickin’ up the back end

[chorus]
every play i make is for the profit, i ain’t droppin’ no deposits, like oh yeah
have you ever had a hundred thousand dollars in your pocket, no wallet, like oh yeah
all i know is “go & get the cash”
bmf i be blowin’ money fast
young n-gga feelin’ like (?) still, whole city know i did it, oh yeah
i’m finna go insane in this b-tch (oh yeah)
i gotta make it rain in this b-tch (oh yeah)
103 octane in this b-tch (oh yeah)
you know i’m bout the fame in this b-tch (oh yeah)
money on top of money, n-gga you know i get it
your b-tch give me toppy inside the coupe, you know it’s tinted
haters on top of haters, n-gga i’m havin’ (?)
cuz i’m doin’ everything that you wanna do (oh yeah)

- coca vango lyrics

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