Coop Coop - FINALS MVP

I could never stop gettin' this money
I'm addicted to it
Fifteen Hunnit
That shit not a gang
It's mo' like a movement
Had to tell her stop when I was fuckin' her
It wasn't amusin'
That bitch wanna argue in the car
I just turn up my music
That shit just
Uh huh
Fuck ah beast it woke up me
My homie tried to get one up on me
Can't lie I ain't even peep
Bro say he know who got drank for cheap
We drive OT to see
And he scored the pints up in the clutch
The Finals MVP

D Hunt say he back to patchin' shit
He on his cabbage shit
Disloyal nigga stabbing backs and shit
He see us havin' it
Watch them niggas preachin' real shit
Some of 'em be counterfeit
I need a money counter
I lose track when I be countin' it
We won't even bad kids
We just tryna come up too
I had did some goofy shit back then
But I thought it was cool
Bro had over fucked up with the law
He had got booked in school
You see my double cup
The syrup be raw and plus my denims too
You see I doubled up on all these bops
I couldn't pick and choose
She like smoke me out
Bitch suck me up
You gotta play by the rules
She like cash me out
I had to laugh
She must thought I was dude
Bitch get out my room
Think I'm a fool
You got me acting rude

I could never stop gettin' this money
I'm addicted to it
Fifteen Hunnit
That shit not a gang
It's mo' like a movement
Had to tell her stop when I was fuckin' her
It wasn't amusin'
That bitch wanna argue in the car
I just turn up my music
That shit just
Uh huh
Fuck ah beast it woke up me
My homie tried to get one up on me
Can't lie I ain't even peep
Bro say he know who got drank for cheap
We drive OT to see
And he scored the pints up in the clutch
The Finals MVP

My right pocket look like ah Cool Ranch Doritos bag
This nigga gay
He on my dick so much
Bro go get you some ass
Gotta Mazda that bitch came from Texas
Still ain't switch the tags
Ion post her she for my eyes only
Cuz my bitch too bad
She like why call them niggas brothers
Ion have love for friends
Tell her go and get the wock for me
Like bitch support yo' man
She had tried to kick my cup for me
Ain't work out in her plan
Old hoes tryin' reroute on me getting curved
I been hit all them
Bro just brought that RT blacked out
Can't see him after dark
Big bro had that Chrysler 300
Built up like Batman car
Gotta make sure every track gon hit
Rethinking every bar
I feel my momma know
And I know I know
That she had birthed a star

Written by:
Savon Baker

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