Coco

Ginseng
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 Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house
 Used to sleep on my grandmama couch
 Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh
 I'm finna have sex with her mouth, okay
 Ain't none of my checks finna bounce
 I think her ass fake, it don't bounce
 I'ma just get the face and then bounce
 How you rich? You don't have an account
 She told me she wish I was dead
 I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?"
 He not rich, that's just special effects
 Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh
 Fuck a job, I get paid just to flex
 Fuck the cops, I got hate for the feds
 I just hang with my money, no friends
 No friends, no friends, no friends (Woo)
 I'm in New York City, so I just bought me some Timbs, yeah
 Fell in love with Coco, I got Chanel bracelets, yeah
 Walked inside of Toto', I put Prada on my limbs
 Black Benz, black rims, black tints
 The way I live my life, I hope that God forgive my sins
 I don't believe the hype, I know you broke, boy, don't pretend
 Yeah, all my diamonds cold, they make me shiver just like wind
 I was quarantined with a bad bitch and we made a movie just like Brad Pitt
 Mike Amiri jeans came from Saks Fifth, and the pockets full, so I'm saggin'
 I don't want Z's, I just want M's, I'ma have to do some mathematics
 My feet got the Raf Sims, and that bitch told me I'm attractive
 Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house
 Used to sleep on my grandmama couch
 Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh
 I'm finna have sex with her mouth, okay
 Ain't none of my checks finna bounce
 I think her ass fake, it don't bounce
 I'ma just get the face and then bounce
 How you rich? You don't have an account
 She told me she wish I was dead
 I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?"
 He not rich, that's just special effects
 Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh
 Fuck a job, I get paid just to flex
 Fuck the cops, I got hate for the feds
 I just hang with my money, no friends
 I just hang with my money, no friends, ayy, ayy
 I just hang with my money, no, uh
 I just hang with my money, no friends
 Trackhawk, supercharged Jeep
 That's just Tune, he be gone with the wind
 Crazy girl, superstar me
 We just live for the moment and sin
 AMG, not the regular Benz
 Put her life in some devilish hands, uh
 I'ma be on TV when you see me
 Bet these boys nod off in a meeting
 Junkie boys all wanna be me
 Really no flaws, it's different
 She love when we come, we the tippers
 No more love for no stripper, uh
 Codeine clogging my liver, uh
 You said I'ma be on TV when you see me
 She said, "I'm done," but I miss her
 Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house
 Used to sleep on my grandmama couch
 Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh
 I'm finna have sex with her mouth, okay
 Ain't none of my checks finna bounce
 I think her ass fake, it don't bounce
 I'ma just get the face and then bounce
 How you rich? You don't have an account
 She told me she wish I was dead
 I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?"
 He not rich, that's just special effects
 Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh
 Fuck a job, I get paid just to flex
 Fuck the cops, I got hate for the feds
 I just hang with my money, no friends