Cocky (feat. London On Da Track)

(We got London On Da Track)

It's Guwop!

It's Gucci!

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky (It's Gucci!)

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky

I got so may M's in my bank account, I can't even count 'em

Too many whips, the way I switch my cars, I can't even mount 'em

Too may zero's, put Versace pillows in my Phantom

Too many bad bitches, I don't cuff 'em, I just hand 'em (21)

Off, like a layup, I ain't got time to lay up

Met my accountant Ruth Chris, she told me that I'm way up (21)

Already back for seconds, I ain't even clean my plate up

Gram me up a hundred M's and then I put my bale (21)

Way out in the hills, I just signed a deal

I ain't take no advance, so you know that split was real (21)

All my diamonds karats, them lil' pointers be to lil'

Glaciers in my ear, I need a cup, they 'bout to spill

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky (It's Gucci!)

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I feel like I'm Rocky

Huh? How you gon' play d?

Can't even take d

Too many fake me's

Way too many fake daps

Way too many fake saps

And I put it on me

And I won another ring (Woo!)

Girlies bout to let their knees (Woo!)

Swerve 'em like the other team (Skrrt)

You could still hear the sneaks (Woo! Swoosh)

Ballin' this in Dungarees

Make the cheerleader cream (Oww!)

So what, she on the other team

(Pose) for the camera, say "Cheese"

Rap game like the league

Heard you the **** overseas (Word?)

But that's only overseas

(Know) Im the one who oversees

(Shit) Aw man, it's him again

I'm up in the rim, Gatorade to M&M's (He's on fire!)

Ball on you in my favorite Timberlands

My girlfriend got a little friend

But all the way on the other end

'Cause she don't deal with no middle men

Hundred rows to my flow

Friends and my foes

Got my hoes in my clothes

Stay on 10, like my toes

(Bass)

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky (It's Gucci!)

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky (Yeah)

Just pass me the rock and watch 'em go

Just run me the play and let me know

With a broken leg, I let it go

Let it go, let it go, let it go

I ain't gotta say it, 'cause they know

Gucci is materialistic

He's too fuckin' flashy

He smoke where he wanna smoke

Think the world is his ashtray

So So Def to these suckas

I'm like JD in '03

My hoe say that I'm too cocky

I don't play nothing but me

These guys got nothing to show you

I'll give you something to see

These dudes keep coming up short, like they're a pair of Capri's

Please don't coup me with these rappers, these boy's embarrassing me

Them dudes ain't got nothing on me, I got a money disease

I'm too cold for these suckas, they ain't got more money than me

I wear my mink in the summer when it's a hunnid and three

I make **** feel self conscious like she's too shiny for me

I know that bitch wanna fuck me but she's too *** for me

It's just my way or the highway, you either like it or leave

This Rollie cost is in G's, a couple bricks on my sleeve

When I first fell on the scene, I drove a Cutlass supreme

A half a brick, a pint of lean and a new money machine

It's Wop!

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky (It's Gucci!)

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky (Yeah!)

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm too fuckin cocky (Wizzop!)

Too fuckin' cocky baby, I'm so fuckin cocky (Damn!)

(Damn!)

(We got London On Da Track)

(Damn!)