Coco (feat. Lucki)

(Ginseng)

[Lil Tracy]

Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house

Used to sleep on my grandmama couch

Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh

I'm finna have sex with her mouth, okay

Ain't none of my checks finna bounce

I think her ass fake, it don't bounce

I'ma just get the face and then bounce

How you rich? You don't have an account

She told me she wish I was dead

I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?"

He not rich, that's just special effects

Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh

Fuck a job, I get paid just to flex

Fuck the cops, I got hate for the feds

I just hang with my money, no friends

No friends, no friends, no friends (Woo)

I'm in New York City, so I just bought me some Timbs, yeah

Fell in love with Coco, I got Chanel bracelets, yeah

Walked inside of Toto', I put Prada on my limbs

Black Benz, black rims, black tints

The way I live my life, I hope that God forgive my sins

I don't believe the hype, I know you broke, boy, don't pretend

Yeah, all my diamonds cold, they make me shiver just like wind

I was quarantined with a bad bitch and we made a movie just like Brad Pitt

Mike Amiri jeans came from Saks Fifth, and the pockets full, so I'm saggin'

I don't want Z's, I just want M's, I'ma have to do some mathematics

My feet got the Raf Sims, and that bitch told me I'm attractive

Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house

Used to sleep on my grandmama couch

Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh

I'm finna have sex with her mouth, okay

Ain't none of my checks finna bounce

I think her ass fake, it don't bounce

I'ma just get the face and then bounce

How you rich? You don't have an account

She told me she wish I was dead

I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?"

He not rich, that's just special effects

Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh

Fuck a job, I get paid just to flex

Fuck the cops, I got hate for the feds

I just hang with my money, no friends

[Lucki]

I just hang with my money, no friends, ayy, ayy

I just hang with my money, no, uh

I just hang with my money, no friends

Trackhawk, supercharged Jeep

That's just Tune, he be gone with the wind

Crazy girl, superstar me

We just live for the moment and sin

AMG, not the regular Benz

Put her life in some devilish hands, uh

I'ma be on TV when you see me

Bet these boys nod off in a meeting

Junkie boys all wanna be me

Really no flaws, it's different

She love when we come, we the tippers

No more love for no stripper, uh

Codeine clogging my liver, uh

You said I'ma be on TV when you see me

She said, "I'm done," but I miss her

[Lil Tracy]

Hold up, dropped a hundred rackies on a house

Used to sleep on my grandmama couch

Now my bitch got Chanel on her blouse, ooh

I'm finna have sex with her mouth, okay

Ain't none of my checks finna bounce

I think her ass fake, it don't bounce

I'ma just get the face and then bounce

How you rich? You don't have an account

She told me she wish I was dead

I'm like, "Wait, was it something I said?"

He not rich, that's just special effects

Swear to God I stay lemonade fresh

Fuck a job, I get paid just to flex

Fuck the cops, I got hate for the feds

I just hang with my money, no friends