I got yo bitch layin' naked 'cross the bed, no rosary
Stackin' up this bread like a banker, just a fee
She wanna refill, so I get that ho a B
Niggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the fuck is he?"
Bitch I'm mac gun, you can call me Cody B
Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me
White leather seats lookin' like coca leaf
Everytime I crank up the woofer sittin' on a key
I'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet
Linen button-up like I'm walkin' round on the beach
Blind hoes notice me, am I wearin' Trilla G?
So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodice
Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to sleep
Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to vote for me
In event we party like a fret, no time machine
If money ain't the couple dean mean polish lean
[Hook:]
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit
In the vip we champagne-spray shit
I'm in the club lookin' like a bank statement
If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement
Walked in the club, ain't pay shit
Broke niggas hate, caus' they ain't shit
I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment
If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement
Cody
[Childish Gambino]
Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether
You don't know Childish, nigga me neither
Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House
If it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to talk about
Kennedy compound, my 20-room house
So big my ex-girls ain't gotta move out
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit
My bank account look like when little kids break shit
Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can handle it
Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand
Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management
Show these dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percent
Porche brand new, passed 'em a cool hundred
Yeah my girl 5'2", even her growth stunted
It's the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped meal cards
Now my meals free when I don't taste the fifth star
We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge
Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe you
It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' people get up on it
A world star and I ain't have to have a nigga moment
Flow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard shit, a nigga's always constipated
Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin' weight
Flossin' hard, ice king, no more fittin' J
Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome
As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard Branson
Shit talkers still talk, haters on my billboard
Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys
So I counted, Black Kennedy this shit
Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
Droppin' new shit and the haters get the splashback
Don't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at
[Gonage] I got yo bitch layin' naked 'cross the bed, no rosary Stackin' up this bread like a banker, just a fee She wanna refill, so I get that ho a B Niggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the fuck is he?" Bitch I'm mac gun, you can call me Cody B Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me White leather seats lookin' like coca leaf Everytime I crank up the woofer sittin' on a key I'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet Linen button-up like I'm walkin' round on the beach Blind hoes notice me, am I wearin' Trilla G? So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodice Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to sleep Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to vote for me In event we party like a fret, no time machine If money ain't the couple dean mean polish lean [Hook:] If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit In the vip we champagne-spray shit I'm in the club lookin' like a bank statement If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement Walked in the club, ain't pay shit Broke niggas hate, caus' they ain't shit I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement Cody [Childish Gambino] Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether You don't know Childish, nigga me neither Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House If it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to talk about Kennedy compound, my 20-room house So big my ex-girls ain't gotta move out If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit My bank account look like when little kids break shit Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can handle it Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management Show these dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percent Porche brand new, passed 'em a cool hundred Yeah my girl 5'2", even her growth stunted It's the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped meal cards Now my meals free when I don't taste the fifth star We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe you It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' people get up on it A world star and I ain't have to have a nigga moment Flow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemic Never left that hard shit, a nigga's always constipated Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin' weight Flossin' hard, ice king, no more fittin' J Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard Branson Shit talkers still talk, haters on my billboard Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys So I counted, Black Kennedy this shit Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix Droppin' new shit and the haters get the splashback Don't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at Explain Request ×
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