Baby Keem、Don Toliver - cocoa (Explicit)
I'm balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil' baby can I be your mans
I might have to buy her only fans
Huh she gave me p**sy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I'm done baby I can't be your friend
You might give the p**sy to my mans
Huh ugh you toxic
Uh-huh-huh-huh you toxic
You wanna stay don't stay play
Do you not like your house hate your place
Vroom vroom vroom vroom
Spent half a mil' on grandma house and then I zoomed
Got way more money than my peers you would assume
In competition with myself I cannot lose
What we gon' eat
I don't do nobu baby that's him not me
We f**k wake up you go we go too
London we up the top floor eatin' soul food
I don't wanna eat nothin' else
It's new I wanna see her room
It's new I wanna fix your rules
It's new b**ch I'ma hah ooh
I'm balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil' baby can I be your mans
I might have to buy her only fans
Huh she gave me p**sy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I'm done baby I can't be your friend
You might give the p**sy to my mans
I love to spin it she coppin' levitators
I took her out to E I took her out to dennis
She always call me plenty drunky-drunky off the remy
Sometimes no callback and donnie tooked off on the henny
I'm touching down in your city just to get it litty
Better check the bar when we in the strip we throwin' fifty
Do not be the ghost you can't get to close nah
Shawty be doin' the most one hand better ride that roll
Oh xannies got me going down put me in my mode
I just ate lil' baby up shawty taste like cocoa
Ten feet down deep then I'm hearing gone cocoa
Got the beater out the cheeks you couldn't keep her home
N**gas pull up to the function whip I leave it on pull up
I leave it on told you that I pack a punch
I'm balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil' baby can I be your mans
I might have to buy her only fans
Huh she gave me p**sy as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I'm done baby I can't be your friend
You might give the p**sy to my mans
Two freaks in the club but they attitude trashy
Don't f**k with broke boys so the opps down bad
Baby keem in the cut she know that's a happy tag huh
I just put the whole 702 on my bag
You ain't coming with us please don't you ask
I might throw a hundred ones please don't be mad
Tit-for-tat going back and forth is not my passion
Took a trip to paris to post another caption
It's too much liquor I get it huh
Steakhouse takin' out eight-hundred- dollar dinners huh
Baby go ahead and grab that t-t-t-t-t-t-t
Bruises on your knees
While I'm drinking tea
She getting teed I hate when you tease
Don't try to hide your a** we'll tag a picture on your back huh
If that p**sy good there's a chance I'll get attached