[Verse 1: Gonage] I got yo bitch layin' naked 'cross the bed, no rosary Stackin' up this bread like a baker, Josephine She wanna refill, so I get that ho a bean Niggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the fuck is he?" Bitch I'm @Gonage, you can call me Cody B Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me White leather seats lookin' like coca leaf Everytime I crank up the woofer sittin' on a key I'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet Linen button-up like I'm walkin' round on the beach Blind hoes notice me in my Range Rover Jeep So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodeci Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to sleep Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to vote for me Any event we party like a frat, no toga sheet If money ain't the convo, they ain't even 'posed to speak
[Hook: Gonage] If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit In the VIP we champagne-spray shit I'm in the club lookin' like a bank statement If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement Walked in the club, ain't pay shit Broke niggas hate, cause they ain't shit I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment If you talkin' money, I can make arrangement Cody
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino] Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether You don't know Childish, nigga me neither Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House If it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to talk about Kennedy compound, my 20-room house So big my ex-girls ain't gotta move out If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit My bank account looking like when little kids break shit Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can handle it Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management Show these dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percent Porsche brand new, passed 'em a cool hundred Yeah my girl 5'2", even her growth stunted It's the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped meal cards Now my meals free when I don't taste the fifth star We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe you It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' people get up on it On Worldstar and I ain't have to have a nigga moment Flow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemic Never left that hard shit, a nigga's always constipated Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin' weight Flossin' hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard Branson Shit talk is still talk, haters are my billboard Used to take the Q home, now I hang with ScHoolboy So iconic, Black Kennedy this shit Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix Droppin' new shit and the haters get the splashback Don't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at
[Hook: Gonage] If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit In the VIP we champagne-spray shit I'm in the club lookin' like a bank statement If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement Walked in the club, ain't pay shit Broke niggas hate, cause they ain't shit I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment If you talkin' money, I can make arrangement CodyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
