[Intro]
Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
I'm in the chopper, like ocean, yeah
Know that I'm gold (Nonbruh)
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, my pockets, they swollen, uh
Yeah, I'm up in the ocean, uh
I'm in the chopper, like ocean
Getting money, I know that I'm golden
Roller coaster, cause I'm goin' up
Want the money, yeah, I want the bucks
And there's no way they had enough
And I know they mad at us (Uh)
Ain't no way that boy better than us (Uh-huh)
Ain't no problem with riding the bus (Uh-huh)
Think you cool 'cause you got on a tux (Uh-huh)
That boy cappin', I know that hе sus'
Uh, yeah, I had enough
Uh, yeah, pockеts buff
Uh, yeah, God who I trust
Uh, yeah, pay, that's a must
Pack it up, uh
Gettin' too close, you need to back it up
Runnin' to the bank, I had to rack it up
Shawty look bad, I smack it up
I had to run up the bag, I'm serious
I had to get to the racks, you’re furious
Sendin' me money with texts
Yeah, and my brother, he flipping the packs
Like a collar, I'm poppin' them tags
He my son, didn't know I'm a dad
I go missing just like I'm a dad
Ain't no way that I'm going out sad
Ain't no way that boy taking my bag
And I know that lil' homie, he mad
Yeah, had to reload and load up the mag (Yeah, uh)
She don't like Cochise, I'm calling a cab
Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?
I'm in the chopper, like ocean, yeah
Know that I'm gold (Nonbruh)
Yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, my pockets, they swollen, uh
Yeah, I'm up in the ocean, uh
I'm in the chopper, like ocean
Getting money, I know that I'm golden
Roller coaster, cause I'm goin' up
Want the money, yeah, I want the bucks
And there's no way they had enough
And I know they mad at us (Uh)
Ain't no way that boy better than us (Uh-huh)
Ain't no problem with riding the bus (Uh-huh)
Think you cool 'cause you got on a tux (Uh-huh)
That boy cappin', I know that hе sus'
Uh, yeah, I had enough
Uh, yeah, pockеts buff
Uh, yeah, God who I trust
Uh, yeah, pay, that's a must
Pack it up, uh
Gettin' too close, you need to back it up
Runnin' to the bank, I had to rack it up
Shawty look bad, I smack it up
I had to run up the bag, I'm serious
I had to get to the racks, you’re furious
Sendin' me money with texts
Yeah, and my brother, he flipping the packs
Like a collar, I'm poppin' them tags
He my son, didn't know I'm a dad
I go missing just like I'm a dad
Ain't no way that I'm going out sad
Ain't no way that boy taking my bag
And I know that lil' homie, he mad
Yeah, had to reload and load up the mag (Yeah, uh)
She don't like Cochise, I'm calling a cab
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