Take One

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
First name Co
Last name Cash
I'm from the city of Memphis
And this just a brief description of how I been feeling

They been sleeping on me for a minute (wake up!)
So I had to make 'em feel it (grrr)
Every beat I get on I been killing (murder)
And plus I been making a killing (that too)
I been moving city to city (can't stop)

It's such a wonderful feeling (won't stop)
And bitch you can keep ya lil pennies
I want me a milli like that boy from Philly (aw shit!)
I'm the new kid on the block (yea!)
Spent just like ten on a watch (yea!)

All these hoes on my dick like I'm a jock (like I play ball)
Motherfuck, the cops, tell 'em free my nigga roc
Niggas talking down, when I'm 'round they get stopped (shh)
Can't see me 'cause I'm looking down from the top (where he at)
Like a hot potato, fuck around and get dropped

Get fresh as a bitch to ride around in a drop (hmm)
Pulled up in that coupe, and you jumping out a hooptie (skrrt)
Come and get ya boo, she been tryna give me coochie (come get her)
Shout out YFN, I been getting to the Lucci
Head to my feet, bitch you know that it's Gucci (I'm fresh)

I'm eating steak and my bitch eating sushi (ooh)
It's a mistake if you play, imma shoot you
I get my check then I throw up the deuces (I'm gone)
Pour up a eighth, we not sipping no deuces (nope)
My grandma said she wanna see me with riches (I gotcha)
Fuck I look like tricking it off on these bitches? (What?)

They like, "What is that poking out of your skinnies?" (huh)
Bitch, I got them racks bussin' out of my britches (that's cash)
She always told me, "Stay on top of your business" (my mama)
I went to school, did that shit for my mama (I did)
That shit wasn't cutting it, I had to go get it (no-no)
I dropped out of college, didn't get my diploma

But I got you I promise (I'm staying committed)
Got a new whip, that's cash
Smoking out a zip, it's gas (OG)
Got it on my hip, don't ask (fye)
It got on her lip, she nasty (whoa)

'Turnt up in the VIP, that's cash (that's me)
Condo in the hills, it's cash (that's me)
Fuck how you feel, they mad (lil boy)
Niggas know what it is, it's facts (haha)

He ain't playing! You think he playin bout this money?
He know ain't none of this shit for play
He know where my mama stay
Know where your mama stay
You said he had a gun when you seen him right?

Yeah
Well, name one person in the hood that play like that
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Why these niggas acting tough, tough
Tough, tough, tough, tough?

Yeah, my pockets double stuffed
Stuffed, stuffed, stuffed, stuffed
Nigga, get yo money up, up
Up, up, up, up she said
Fuck it nigga



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Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Co Cash
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