​tOlD mE Co Cash (Ft. Lil Yachty)

[Intro: Co Cash]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

[Chorus: Co Cash]
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If you go broke, better go pick up a ski
I be Gucci'd down, I got sick of Louis V
Think I'm 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea
I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me
They gon' bite a nigga style 'cause my shit on fleek
Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked
Told the concierge, "Point me to the penthouse suite"
Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free
Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak
If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak
Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV
Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
Say that she ain't heard of me, told the bitch she sleep (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Co Cash]
Truth be told, a lot of niggas runnin' out of guap (Guap)
Say they havin' paper but they really out of stock (Broke)
On Instagram cappin' but you sleepin' on a cot (What?)
If you ain't gettin' no money, why you posted on the block? (What?)
Say that that's ya bitch, I got my dick up in her twat (Euh)
I'ma let her drown, I got no feelings for the thot (No)
VVSs lookin' like some dried up snot (Ice)
In other words, I just put some boogers in the watch (Woo)
I can teach a young nigga how to get rich (Cash)
Rule number one, never fall for the bitch (No, no, no)
Rule number two, keep it solid with your clique
And if you lookin' like a lick, keep a fully-loaded stick (Ooh)
Bitch, I really got it, so I pop a lotta shit (Bitch)
Guess the nigga mad 'cause I'm fuckin' on his sis (Bitch)
I'ma send a hit before I ever send a diss (Bah)
Catch a nigga loafin', I'ma pop one like a cyst