I say I
I say I'm counting paper until the day I rest
They say I'm spoiled, but I can't tell
'cause everyday I stay fresh
I'm ripping open all the new bags
Keep popping off all these new tags
All up on my 3 piece suit swag
Bitch gimme head like Doo Rags
With the new jag, with the roof bad
This weed good, but my coupe bad
Shout out to all my old hoes
I'm rich now, bitch too bad
Should have loved me when I had hub-caps
Now it's 21 inch Asanti rims
6 figure nigga, on the first check
Before I signed the deal
Now I gotta grind, until I'm out of time
Put my name all over that dotted line
Another deal, get another grill
I shine all this, lil' out of mind
But I'll snatch your link like Deebo
Get yo ass jacked like Steve-O
Get high but I creep low
I'm number one on point, like D Rose, (biatch)
Ludacris - CoCo (Freestyle) Lyrics
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I say I
I say I'm counting paper until the day I rest
They say I'm spoiled, but I can't tell
'cause everyday I stay fresh
I'm ripping open all the new bags
Keep popping off all these new tags
All up on my 3 piece suit swag
Bitch gimme head like Doo Rags
With the new jag, with the roof bad
This weed good, but my coupe bad
Shout out to all my old hoes
I'm rich now, bitch too bad
Should have loved me when I had hub-caps
Now it's 21 inch Asanti rims
6 figure nigga, on the first check
Before I signed the deal
Now I gotta grind, until I'm out of time
Put my name all over that dotted line
Another deal, get another grill
I shine all this, lil' out of mind
But I'll snatch your link like Deebo
Get yo ass jacked like Steve-O
Get high but I creep low
I'm number one on point, like D Rose, (biatch)
I say I'm counting paper until the day I rest
They say I'm spoiled, but I can't tell
'cause everyday I stay fresh
I'm ripping open all the new bags
Keep popping off all these new tags
All up on my 3 piece suit swag
Bitch gimme head like Doo Rags
With the new jag, with the roof bad
This weed good, but my coupe bad
Shout out to all my old hoes
I'm rich now, bitch too bad
Should have loved me when I had hub-caps
Now it's 21 inch Asanti rims
6 figure nigga, on the first check
Before I signed the deal
Now I gotta grind, until I'm out of time
Put my name all over that dotted line
Another deal, get another grill
I shine all this, lil' out of mind
But I'll snatch your link like Deebo
Get yo ass jacked like Steve-O
Get high but I creep low
I'm number one on point, like D Rose, (biatch)
Writer: Christopher Bridges
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC