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[Intro: Co Cash]

(Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bruh)

Ayy, so I just went and took some more time to reflect in the mirror and shit

Lookin' at all the ice 'round my motherfuckin' neck

It's just like that shit clicked, that motherfucker lit

[Chorus: Co Cash]

Young nigga poppin' shit, ballin', they callin' him poppa

Bitch ain't touch the ball on the 'Gram

Bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil' wobbly

So I might walk with a limp

I keep the .40 on me, I might shoot from the three

Guess that's why they compare me to Kemp

Just bought a glee on the back, it's a box

You get shot before you even make an attempt

I'm a big fish in this water

The bitch left with mе 'cause she say that her nigga's a shrimp

Just wantеd to hit for the moment, ain't spendin' shit on ya

I'm sendin' you right back to him

You got a pretty lil' face and a body but, baby, that shit doesn't make you exempt

Ho, what you thought it was? Told that lil' bitch that I'm him, you too busy fuckin' with them

[Verse 1: Co Cash]

Bitch, I'm that man, I'm that niggas I'm serious

Niggas can't fuck with me, period

I'm in Liberia rockin' Amiri, they made with expensive material

I might turn this exotic Glock into a throwaway, fuck it, let's scratch off the serial

Couple hundred on my jewelry, bet not get near it or they gonna be missin' 'em dearly

We gotta keep it discreet, B&B or the suite, bitch, you know you can't come to the spot

Don't put my trust in no ho and if ever go, I can't let it be 'cause of a thot

You thought it was sweet and I get it, I'm somethin' like a critic

I'm already peepin' the plot

Fuck it, let's make it a film, that beam like a lens, I'm makin' sure I get the shot

Bitches say they love the way a young nigga be dressin', I'm rockin' expensive aesthetics

If I'm feelin' threatened, you can get bussed like I'm Bettis but I never been in athletics

Cut him off soon as I feel like a nigga gon' tell it

That friendly shit, gotta dead it

Told him before the committee, gon' stand on the business but I gotta make him respect it

[Chorus: Co Cash]

Young nigga poppin' shit, ballin', they callin' him poppa

Bitch ain't touch the ball on the 'Gram

Bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil' wobbly

So I might walk with a limp

I keep the .40 on me, I might shoot from the three

Guess that's why they compare me to Kemp

Just bought a glee on the back, it's a box

You get shot before you even make an attempt

I'm a big fish in this water

The bitch left with me 'cause she say that her nigga's a shrimp

Just wanted to hit for the moment, ain't spendin' shit on ya

I'm sendin' you right back to him

You got a pretty lil' face and a body but, baby, that shit doesn't make you exempt

Ho, what you thought it was? Told that lil' bitch that I'm him, you too busy fuckin' with them

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

She talk to her friend 'bout a nigga she met, I'm him

You wanna save her, that ho ain't exempt

I keep that .40, Shawn Kemp

She fuckin' a boss, I must be him

Flawless diamonds, this ain't them

He got flaws, I'm not him

The way I be rockin' the shit, I be poppin' 'em

I'm killin' you nigga murder attempt

For the record no fuck with exempt

Yeah, it's up there, stuck to the blimp

She like lobster, shrimp (Scampi), I like pasta

Nigga, I'm a monster, nothin' but millionaires on my roster

See a fuck nigga, we may rob 'em

Don't need the money, it's just for the principle

Fuck niggas think that they ass is invisible

See you niggas through Cartiers

Me and my plug just parted ways

We got some money, a lot of days

Lot of months, lot of years, yeah, decades

You owe the jeweler, I am not him

Own my shit, got the titles and whips

This not a rental, own the house and the land

I'm really gettin' money, quit playin'

[Chorus: Co Cash]

Young nigga poppin' shit, ballin', they callin' him poppa

Bitch ain't touch the ball on the 'Gram

Bankroll in pocket, that drank made me move a lil' wobbly

So I might walk with a limp

I keep the .40 on me, I might shoot from the three

Guess that's why they compare me to Kemp

Just bought a glee on the back, it's a box

You get shot before you even make an attempt

I'm a big fish in this water

The bitch left with me 'cause she say that her nigga's a shrimp

Just wanted to hit for the moment, ain't spendin' shit on ya

I'm sendin' you right back to him

You got a pretty lil' face and a body but, baby, that shit doesn't make you exempt

Ho, what you thought it was? Told that lil' bitch that I'm him, you too busy fuckin' with them