KooKoo Language

Money is not everything, it's the only thing

(It's a Wayne beat)

I'm with BabyTron

Gun got a small boom, it was a baby bomb

I just went and bought a new watch so I can't waste time (Fuck the fire, we got grease)

You a big fat liar, you Faizon

I don't show no love, I don't want no love

I told the bitch, "I'm tryna fuck, I don't want no hug"

My house expensive, I got ten thousand dollar rugs

Tired of sippin' lean out double cups, I think I need a mug

I need a coffee cup

I shot a **** in his neck, he had to cough it up

Bitch always at the gas station, she let Pauly fuck

Can you shut the fuck up? Bro, you talk too much

Ion wanna hear it

And I'll take a **** shit before I ever steal it

But ion steal shit

I put bro in gun class 'cause he kill shit

And I just took a number two, but I still shit

You know I shit on ****

And ion fuck with dawg no more, but that's still my ****

We just can't hang together

I put two **** on the rope and let 'em hang together

I make it rain in summertime, I'm finna change the weather

Change the forecast

A million dollars ain't shit, I need more cash

Bitch say I got a horse dick, she got a horse ass

Shit!

Shit talkin' the whole song, they keep askin', "Where the chorus at?"

I know you muslim, but I'm not; where the pork at?

And ion need no knife to stab you, where the fork at?

But ion gotta stab no **** 'cause I got Glocky with me

And I drop twenty five twice, look like I dropped a fifty

That **** said he got dogshit, but his pockets empty

I'm gonna slide on my opps like is you rockin' with me?

I'm in the background gettin' sloppy toppy, feel good

And I only really like the head 'cause it feel good

I got a tree branch on the K, it got real wood

And I just broke up with my bitch, but it's still love (Haahh)

Romeo and Juliet, shit, that's real love

I put my hand on my heart, I'm tryna feel love

Man, Jay, you play too much

A lotta shit got said, but I ain't say too much

Girl, ain't nobody tryna fuck your stankin' butt

Better watch out for Lil' Tay, he'll drink yo' cup

Right now I'm chillin' with my white boy, he papered up

I poured a five up, drunk out my baby cup

Face in the pillow, fucked her makeup up

And I know you lyin' 'bout shit you sayin', bro, hang it up

And yes I'm tryna fuck this coochie, languish

He killed five **** off some angel dust

A six of glass red, like paint in the cup

I wish Virgil was alive

I'll fuck around and have that **** paint in my cup

It's a deuce of green in there bro, that ain't my cup

Yes i'm a millionaire, I didn't make that up

But look at how I move, I shouldn't even have to say that stuff

They shot him in the stomach, fucked his navel up

Now that **** got two bellybuttons

I'm on 79th Street tryna sell a button

On some bullshit, you wanna trade yo' gun in?

I could- I could make a bitch stop what she doin' if I say I'm comin', like

Like, if I say I'm comin' over there

Like, I could make a bitch clear a whole schedule just if I say I'm comin'

Then a bitch opened her mouth 'cause I say, "I'm cummin'"