[Verse 1: Gonage]
I got yo b*tch layin' naked 'cross the bed, no rosary
Stackin' up this bread like a banker, just a fee
She wanna refill, so I get that ho a B
N*ggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the f*ck is he?"
B*tch I'm mac gun, you can call me Cody B
Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me
White leather seats lookin' like coca leaf
Every time 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 combo (?)
[Hook]
If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say sh*t
In the VIP we champagne-spray sh*t
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 sh*t
Broke n*ggas hate, caus' they ain't sh*t
I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment
If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement
Cody
[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether
You don't know Childish, n*gga me neither
Eastside Atlanta, flyest n*gga in a Waffle House
If it ain't money, man, we ain't got sh*t 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 sh*t
My bank account look like when little kids break sh*t
Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can handle it
Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand
Blueprint the new sh*t, 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 n*gga 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 n*gga moment
Flow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard sh*t, a n*gga'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
Sh*t talkers still talk, haters on my billboard
Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys
So iconic, Black Kennedy this sh*t
Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
Droppin' new sh*t and the haters get the splashback
Don't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at
[Hook]
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