文本歌词

tOlD mE (Explicit) - Co Cash/Lil Yachty
Lyrics by：Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Terico Bowen
Composed by：Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Terico Bowen
Co Cash：
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Tay Keith f**k these n***as up
Co Cash：
I'ma tell you like a n***a told me
If you go broke better go pick up a ski
I be Guccied down I got sick of Louis V
Think I'm 'bout to drown diamonds straight up out the sea
I be puttin' it down know my haters sick of me
They gon' bite a n***a style 'cause my s**t on fleek
Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang we geeked
Told the concierge
Point me to the penthouse suite
Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
Better not pay a b***h she gon' f**k me for the free
Water on my wrist drippin' think it got a leak
If a n***a play with me then my n***as gon' tweak
F**k-f**k what ya heard only speak on what ya see
B***hes-b***hes watchin' me like a f**kin' TV
Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe beep beep
Say that she ain't heard of me told the b***h she sleep
Ooh
Co Cash：
Truth be told a lot of n***as runnin' out of guap
Guap
Say they havin' paper but they really out of stock
Bro
On Instagram cappin' but you sleepin' on a cot
What
If you ain't gettin' no money why you posted on the block
What
Say that that's ya b***h I got my d**k up in her twat
Euh
I'ma let her drown I got no feelings for the thot
No
VVSs lookin' like some dried up snot
Ice
In other words I just put some boogers in the watch
Woo
I can teach a young n***a how to get rich
Cash
Rule number one never fall for the b***h
No no no
Rule number two keep it solid with your clique
And if you lookin' like a lick keep a fully-loaded stick
Ooh
B***h I really got it so I pop a lotta s**t
B***h
Guess the n***a mad 'cause I'm f**kin' on his sis
B***h
I'ma send a hit before I ever send a diss
Bah
Catch a n***a loafin' I'ma pop one like a cyst
Co Cash：
These n***as look up to me the streets f**kin' with me
Because it ain't no cap in my rap
No
My ho keep trippin' she says I'm always in the lab
I'm just perfectin' my craft
Woah
I did not have me no coach when I jumped in the streets
In the jungle I had to adapt
Mmm
I am not selfish when it come to money or b***hes
I'm gon' split 'em both with my pals
Ooh
Co Cash：
I'ma tell you like a n***a told me
If you go broke better go pick up a ski
Ski
I be Guccied down I got sick of Louis V
V
Think I'm 'bout to drown diamonds straight up out the sea
I be puttin' it down know my haters sick of me
They gon' bite a n***a style 'cause my s**t on fleek
Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang we geeked
Told the concierge
Point me to the penthouse suite
Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
Better not pay a b***h she gon' f**k me for the free
Water on my wrist drippin' think it got a leak
If a n***a play with me then my n***as gon' tweak
F**k-f**k what ya heard only speak on what ya see
B***hes-b***hes watchin' me like a f**kin' TV
Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe beep beep
Say that she ain't heard of me told the b***h she sleep
Lil Yachty：
N***as be sleepin' huh
N***as be sleepin' Tempur-Pedic but they be peakin' huh
B***hes be tweakin' huh
Pistol be peakin' out the side you n***as be geekin' huh
Ooh I let these lil' n***as have it
Ten-ten thousand dollars on a automatic
T-t-ten thousand throw it on a acrobatic
My b***h smoke on sweet aromatics
B***h how you bossin' sleepin' on a mattress
Your bank account dry stiff cactus
I-I-I got them racks splurge Saks Fifth
You not a boss b***h you a actress
Politic with politicians
Dripped out the school 'cause I didn't wanna pay for admissions
Rather writing composition
Wrote up a rap that got me richer than a deacon
I-I-I got that lil' p***y leakin'
Seen you in flight you my b***h for the weekend
I don't give a f**k if these n***as don't like me
Let 'em know they jewelry do not excite me
Let 'em know I never run out of will
Pink-pink slip everything that I own
A-a-and expense on everything that I'm on
New Tommy gun b***h I'm Lil Boat Capone
Co Cash：
I'ma tell you like a n***a told me
If you go broke better go pick up a ski
I be Guccied down I got sick of Louis V
Think I'm 'bout to drown diamonds straight up out the sea
I be puttin' it down know my haters sick of me
They gon' bite a n***a style 'cause my s**t on fleek
Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang we geeked
Told the concierge
Point me to the penthouse suite
Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak
Better not pay a b***h she gon' f**k me for the free
Water on my wrist drippin' think it got a leak
If a n***a play with me then my n***as gon' tweak
F**k-f**k what ya heard only speak on what ya see
B***hes-b***hes watchin' me like a f**kin' TV
Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe beep beep
Say that she ain't heard of me told the b***h she sleep