Cochise - Cooyah lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, I ain't callin' back, yeah (Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?) Gotta get to them racks I had to double the stack, yeah (Whoa) I ain't pay my tax, heard she got a gap (Whoa) [?] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Bullet!) [Verse] I ain't callin' back, phone call to the racks I had to double the stack I ain't pay my tax, heard she got a gap I'm like, "Girl, we match," nothing wrong with that I'm like, "What do you say?" Do I party in May? Now I go to LA, 'cause it's hot in the day Put a TEC on your bae, I might take her away Call up Addison Rae, when I post in that cake (Yeah, yeah) Uh, yeah, uh, yeah, Puma the fit, yeah Dior and Rick, yeah, block or the strip, uh, yeah Pockеts a Crip, yeah, pop on the hip, yeah Jеans got a rip, yeah, R.I.P Nip', yeah Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, the coupe, it came with a coupe, yeah The swoop, it came in a swoop, yeah It's hot in the bowl like a soup, yeah My money, it come in the loop, yeah I ball on the boy like a hoop, yeah I hit up the lil' boy and then poop, yeah I'ma stomp on that boy like a boot, yeah Okay, got a hundred bands, count it with no hands Come pick up your mans, feel like Vince McMahon Mind heavy, baby, all my ni**as doin' slammin', uh Bob Marley, baby, all my ni**as do is jammin', uh Who is you touchin'? Yeah, ain't no discussion, yeah Shawty discussing, yeah, speakers is bumping, yeah If it's not me i'm jumpin', up in that place, it's sunken And the booty go round like pumpkin Whenever i get this money, that's nothin' They like, "No," diamonds from the sea Heard they mad at me, hit 'em with that G They can't F with me, all of my ni**as is G's Whole lotta H I bleed, yeah, got a whole lotta bread on me On me, on me, on me, on me Got your shawty on me, she a hottie, on me, uh ni**a, I'm too hard, I ain't talkin' beat I be with my dawgs, I ain't talkin' Beagle All of my ni**as, they built like a Beagle Gettin' the money, I feel like a regal Gettin' money, you know that i'm ready I might pull up and bust at his navel And that ni**a talked crazy, I saved him Put a hole in his stomach like a bagel Put a hole in his stomach like a bagel I tried shootin', we don't gotta label Yeah, okay, yeah, uh, yeah, okay I be in the back, okay, I'ma get racks, okay bu*t a lil' fat, okay, cost a hundred racks, okay I be in the back, okay, gettin' hella racks, okay Yeah, feelin' like racks'll pay I told her, "That's me," uh, shawty want a G Told her, "Yeah, next week," shawty must think I'm sweet, uh Baby, I'm too G, uh, baby, I'm so, uh, uh, uh Money, it's comin' through, yeah Gotta fu*k with they rose gold, yeah All my money, it's comin' through, yeah Got a hundred, it bust domes, yeah I don't fu*k with the, uh, uh, yeah I'ma pull up and, uh, uh, yeah Pull up, pull up and, uh, uh, yeah Pull up and, uh, uh, yeah Pull up and bust, bust, yeah I'ma pull up and bust, bust All these ni**as, they sus', sus' All of my ni**as come in a rush, rush All my ni**as, they come with the rush, rush She said she a virgin, it's hurtin', ha-ha-ha