YungKoko - Funds A Low (feat. Young Rico)

Yeah, man
You know I used to have that problem man
They used to say, "Broke as hell mane"
Lint in the pockets and shit, they don't remember that
Go to the bank then it say zero, zero, zero, zero
Shit Broke as hell

It used to be my funds a low
But now I'm getting money I don't need a hoe
Aye
It used to be my funds a low
But now I'm getting Skrilla I don't need her no mo aye

It used to be my funds a low
But now I'm getting money I don't need a hoe
Aye
It used to be my funds a low
But now I'm getting Skrilla getting paper tho aye

It used to be my funds a low
Now I'm getting paper cuts from the blue bands I hold
I used to glut over strippers and top models
Now I like the way they, gimme toppy sloppy

Now it's steak and shrimp and fettuccine
Hella sauced up now the bosses see me
Bossed up, roll right passed em'
In a Porsche Panamera hella flossed up

Reminiscing now they fucked up
Every time they near me got they hands out
I don't shake hands with fake fans
I make bands
Watch my bitches do the break dance
Like Gyro's and head spins

Now I spend my nights, counting dead man
"Counting dead man?"
Counting dead man

So don't ask me what the fuck I'm spending
From a mil to a AMG Benz

It used to be my funds a low
But now I'm getting money I don't need a hoe
Aye
It used to be my funds a low
But now I'm getting Skrilla I don't need her no mo aye

It used to be my funds a low
But now I'm getting money I don't need a hoe
Aye
It used to be my funds a low
But now I'm getting Skrilla getting paper tho aye (It's Koko)

It used to be my funds a low
Got bread tucked it off right in the bungalow
We running shows, we pippen chicks we running hoes
Ain't nothing a lil nigga never seen before

Countin chicken doing this shit since the womb
I'm killing niggas go ahead now here's yo tomb
Fuck the flyest in the room I'm the flyest in the building
Mandated with the blue hunnids I'm stacking while I'm chilling

Now I ain't talking just fettuccine
Unc said pick a track get on they head just like a beanie
Imma man of my word so suckas better believe me
Pull up and drop the top it got me feeling Houdini

Throwing TD's like I'm Brady
AMG's back to back all black and looking wavy
Shoutout to my pops the Seaside in us raised me
Counting all this provolone and got the hoes going crazy nigga

Aye man, you know, shit
It's what it is we going to the bank with it mane
Rolling all the way to the bank laughing
You know, shit
Bitches got they hand out, know what I'm saying?
Ain't getting shit from me, fuck them bitches
It used to be, know what I'm saying?
Cut lint, pop 4, n my pockets itch
But now I'm gravy baby, you feel me?
Like pimping in the early 80's mane

Written by:
Kobe Ordonio, Rico 2x

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