Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em
Every n***a on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
Or I used to trap with 'em
I got real Hollywood b**hes f**in' with a trap n***a
And we ain't f**in' with you rat n***as
Heard they talkin' on Twitter we just at n***as
Back where the Sun never shines
They let Meek Milly back home just in time
Look at their faces, now I got the paper
Now they don't remember when I had to grind
She fell in love with the CoCo
She got on Chanel and Manolo
And we out Dubai at the boat show
Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin', YOLO
It's my lituation like Loso
And my situation an off shore
And I give her head like she ocho cinco
Draggin' my mink like I'm loco
You mad at me, but she chose though
How you get mad 'bout my old ho?
2015, I do rose gold
'Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though
(What you done it with?)
Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda
(Who you runnin' with?)
It's the Chasers and we're takin' over
(How you spend that sh**?)
Whip it through the gla**, n***a
Buy a hundred bottles and put 'em on my tab, n***a
I'm in love with the coco
I'm in love with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the coco
Ridin' through the city with a check on me
Ridin' through the hood with a TEC on me
28 Make it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
So explain why these mothaf**as slept on me
Eight ball 'til I reach me a kilo
Made enough then I went to see Rico
Paid in full, if you actin' like Rico
I'ma tie him up, tape his a** like Maaco
Hundred round clip in the mothaf**in' TEC
Catch a hot 9, 7 when his a** wanna flex
High school, got off on a n***a with the whopper
12K for my pistol in a f**in' dishwasher
One hit wonder, yeah that's a fact
Hit his a** 'til the police wonder where I'm at
Made so much money off this goddamn song
Still get in your a** like a goddamn thong
Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the kids
Stop tryna act like you don't know what it is
Bakin' soda ain't cut me no check
If they don't, I'ma show them mothaf**as what an arm and hammer is
Everybody know I'm in love with the coke
My ex b**h took a young n***a for a joke
If a n***a got a problem then he gon' get smoked
I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close
Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda
Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda
Whip it through the gla**, n***a
I'm blowin' money fast, n***a
I'm in love with the coco
I'm in love with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the coco
I say I run my town like Puffy, b**h
Units in the duffel
They like, "Why the f** he never got indicted?"
I guess I'm lucky, b**h
I ain't playin' 'bout this nine
I will shoot this b**h up like I'm Shyne
Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
Duct tape triple black, that's that ocho
What if I told you bicycle with a logo
And got 'em in the air bag of the Volvo
Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
And if that sh** weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce
And if them tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
If that's the case, you gotta whip it slow mo
I got yellow boxes everywhere
Business Arm & Hammer everywhere
Dropped a 9, got a half, n***a
We gon' need some bigger bags, n***a
I'm in love with the coco
I'm in love with the coco
I got it for the low, low
I'm in love with the coco