Prod. Emerald - Cookies & Cream 2

Emerald made that
Cause they ain't known us yet
Zoomin' out the coupe, we got all this loot
Yeah, me and brodie we make money moves
Get him in the coupe cause he really don't like you
All we got is hope, we ain't one to mope
We don't have no rules, we can't have no goals
We got all this cash, come borrow some from bro
I got fendi coats, yeah, they want all the smoke
They want all the smoke
We don't talk to Joe, we got Crocs though
Cause we got crocs doe
What he talkin' bout, girl, I hope he's lyin
Doin' stuff behind my back, yeah, I hope your lyin
But can I say, got a belt on the way
Yo, belt on the way, yeah
I can't talk, I ain't ready, baby
Yeah, uh
Pull up, that Fendi on the waist, say
Pull up, that patel on the way, yeah
Yeah, we own the rick, we can have that
Yeah, we own the ricks, we can have that
I can't relate, yeah
We can't relate to you, we can't relate to you
Take a flight to France, no, yeah
We can take a chance, no, this is your last chance, no
You try so hard to stand up, you cannot stand up
You try so hard to stand up, why won't you get up
You know I'm the realest, I got all these bands
Outtatime , up in DeLorean
50 dimes, a valedictorian
Cause they ain't know this yet
Jumping out the coupe, we a got all this loot
Yeah, me and Brody, we make money in moves
Get him in the coupe, cause he really don't like you
All we got is hope, we ain't with the mope
We don't have no ropes, we can't have no ghosts, ayy
We got all this cash, yeah, come borrow some from bro, ayy
I got 50 coats, yeah, they went out of smoke
They want all the smoke, we don't talk to Joe
We got Crocs, though, cause we got Chops, though
What he talking about, girl, I hope he's lying
Doing stuff behind my back, yeah, I hope he's lying
But they cannot see, got a belt on the way
Your belt on the way, yeah
I can't walk, dream anyway, yeah
Pull up, that Fendi on the way, say
Pull up, that Patek on the way, yeah
Yeah, we own the rick, we can't hide that
Yeah, we own the rick, we can't hide that
I can't relate, yeah, we can't relate to you
We can't relate to you
Take a flight to France, no, ho, yo
We can take a chance, no, this is your last chance, no
You try so hard to stand up, you cannot stand up
You try so hard to stand up, why won't you get up
You know i'm the realest, got all these bands
Outtatime, up in DeLorean
50 dimes, valedictorian

Written by:
Jack Mullins

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