Kash Doll and Coach Joey - LOL

(Check the score)
Yeah (Gangsta Grizzillz)
Back On Dexter
KD (what up, Knighty?)
Let's kick this shit, Joe
Shout to Coach B. Joey (Kash, what up?) (What up?)
(Come on)

Graduated class at boss school, I got that degree (woo)
I been on my chill shit today, I'm rockin' Gallery
Meditate with money in my hand, stop distracting me (ayy)
I'm not no A&R, I ain't tryna hear you rap to me (get the fuck on)

Bitch, I ain't your nigga, quit harrassin' me (get the fuck on)
Everything a hater say get back to me (ha, hmm)
I'm about to say a joke, don't laugh at me (don't laugh)
I heard Joey going broke, that's blasphemy

Rollies don't tick, that's a false alarm, nigga (ayy)
Diamond link hittin', that's without the charm with it (that's right)
Ferrari so fast through the whole barn, nigga (yup)
Nigga, I got hypothermia, you see my arm glistenin' (woo, ayy)

I done bought so many kits, nigga, add me up
I'll treat a Barbie like a Cynthia
Pistons game courtside, Mason, flick me up (flick me up)
You finally got to first ten, this my hunnith one

I'm in Florida for a good time, tearin' down Webster (ayy)
Ain't no flash sale, let me cash that collection, ayy
Put my lil' sister on my tab, we ain't separate (nope)
Havin' receipt wars with my friends, we be flexin' (let's go)

When that drop top G-Wagon drop, I'm tryna cash one
Nah, bro, that's mine, you gon' have to catch the next one
That shit don't even come in AMG, I need the fast one
I'ma paint mine rose gold and have the best one
Look, I saw Keisha grab the white AP and she did it
Man, this watch boring, I'ma pass it to Kashton when I'm done
It ain't really 'bout the watch it's really about the boss that's in it
Joe, who you talking to? I was already winnin' (my bad)
Put a car floor in my crib, fuck a dealership (ayy)
To catch me in the grocery store, you gotta have a membership
I can tell you don't like money, you like simple shit
I can't even bring you in my circle, you be stealing shit
Diamonds got the papers like I'm 'bout to get divorced (woo)
Running through some jewelry, I done turned it to a sport (that's right)
Shutting stores down when I shop they lock doors
Your credit score don't even say a number, it say poor (with your poor ass)
A nigga whole life be a lie and y'all believe it
That Urus cool and all, how much they taxing you to lease it? (How much? Taxin')
Braggin' 'bout a bitch that cant even dress decent (what? Ayy)
Man, I be sitting back laughing like Jeezy (haha, dramatic, nigga)

(Fuck wrong with you?)
Haha, fuck outta here
I keep laughing at y'all niggas tryna catch up
(That's what you heard, nigga)
What happened? I gave you a chance
You fumbled it

Written by:
Arkeisha Knight, Christian Hoskins, David Jackson, Joseph Robinson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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