HaBiTuaL sHoPpEr Lyrics
| Song | HaBiTuaL sHoPpEr |
| Artist | Co Cash |
| Album | F.A.C.T.S. |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Terrico Bowen | |
| 作曲 : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Terrico Bowen | |
| [Intro] | |
| Tay Keith, **** these niggas up | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Ain't talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain't no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I'm from Dallas | |
| You penny-pinchin', I'm handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really 'bout action | |
| You ain't gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don't want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| They look and they stare when I walk in the function | |
| This young nigga drippin' and speedin' | |
| I might put 'em on payroll and make 'em my cameraman | |
| The way they copy my image | |
| My style is impeccable, don't need no Maybelline | |
| This shit doesn't have a blemish | |
| I remember starvin' like Marvin | |
| That money be givin' me sexual healing, wonderful feeling | |
| Wake up, go shopping in Beverly center | |
| **** these blue hunnids, I heavily spend 'em | |
| Pretty lil biddie, I'm tryna get in her | |
| Take her to lunch, then I **** her for dinner | |
| Got her own bag and a car, not a rental | |
| My bitch be cummin' like one of the Jenners | |
| Don't you compare me to none of these niggas | |
| Money the only thing that I resemble | |
| Might **** a old nigga daughter | |
| She like how these diamonds hit all in my mouth and my collar | |
| Walk in the mall, spend a shit ton of dollars | |
| On expensive linen and Balenciaga | |
| Go spend a check on my momma to see | |
| The face she gon' make when she see what I done bought her | |
| And tell her don't worry 'bout my pockets, ain't havin' no problem | |
| You know your son is a baller | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Ain't talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain't no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I'm from Dallas | |
| You penny-pinchin', I'm handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really 'bout action | |
| You ain't gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don't want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Young nigga a threat, so they send subliminals | |
| Chains on my neck, I feel like a criminal | |
| When it come to racks, you havin' the minimal | |
| Ain't throwin' no shade, I'm speakin' in general | |
| Met that lil hoe, I think she from Jamaica | |
| I just want the facial I don't wanna date her | |
| And if she will not go then I'm not gonna make her | |
| Kick her straight out the door and I won't see her later | |
| I'm smokin' strong and you smokin' wimpy | |
| Your pockets empty, my money lengthy | |
| Who that was, said that young nigga wasn't gettin' it? | |
| Might blow a 50, please do not temp me | |
| Honestly don't think no one ****in' wit you | |
| To keep it a 100, to keep it a Benji | |
| She want a nigga like me cause I'm gifty | |
| She on her knees like heaven just sent me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Ain't talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain't no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I'm from Dallas | |
| You penny-pinchin', I'm handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really 'bout action | |
| You ain't gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don't want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it |
| zuo ci : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers Terrico Bowen | |
| zuo qu : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers Terrico Bowen | |
| Intro | |
| Tay Keith, these niggas up | |
| Chorus | |
| Ain' t talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain' t no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I' m from Dallas | |
| You pennypinchin', I' m handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really ' bout action | |
| You ain' t gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don' t want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it | |
| Verse 1 | |
| They look and they stare when I walk in the function | |
| This young nigga drippin' and speedin' | |
| I might put ' em on payroll and make ' em my cameraman | |
| The way they copy my image | |
| My style is impeccable, don' t need no Maybelline | |
| This shit doesn' t have a blemish | |
| I remember starvin' like Marvin | |
| That money be givin' me sexual healing, wonderful feeling | |
| Wake up, go shopping in Beverly center | |
| these blue hunnids, I heavily spend ' em | |
| Pretty lil biddie, I' m tryna get in her | |
| Take her to lunch, then I her for dinner | |
| Got her own bag and a car, not a rental | |
| My bitch be cummin' like one of the Jenners | |
| Don' t you compare me to none of these niggas | |
| Money the only thing that I resemble | |
| Might a old nigga daughter | |
| She like how these diamonds hit all in my mouth and my collar | |
| Walk in the mall, spend a shit ton of dollars | |
| On expensive linen and Balenciaga | |
| Go spend a check on my momma to see | |
| The face she gon' make when she see what I done bought her | |
| And tell her don' t worry ' bout my pockets, ain' t havin' no problem | |
| You know your son is a baller | |
| Chorus | |
| Ain' t talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain' t no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I' m from Dallas | |
| You pennypinchin', I' m handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really ' bout action | |
| You ain' t gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don' t want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Young nigga a threat, so they send subliminals | |
| Chains on my neck, I feel like a criminal | |
| When it come to racks, you havin' the minimal | |
| Ain' t throwin' no shade, I' m speakin' in general | |
| Met that lil hoe, I think she from Jamaica | |
| I just want the facial I don' t wanna date her | |
| And if she will not go then I' m not gonna make her | |
| Kick her straight out the door and I won' t see her later | |
| I' m smokin' strong and you smokin' wimpy | |
| Your pockets empty, my money lengthy | |
| Who that was, said that young nigga wasn' t gettin' it? | |
| Might blow a 50, please do not temp me | |
| Honestly don' t think no one in' wit you | |
| To keep it a 100, to keep it a Benji | |
| She want a nigga like me cause I' m gifty | |
| She on her knees like heaven just sent me | |
| Chorus | |
| Ain' t talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain' t no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I' m from Dallas | |
| You pennypinchin', I' m handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really ' bout action | |
| You ain' t gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don' t want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it |
| zuò cí : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers Terrico Bowen | |
| zuò qǔ : Brytavious Lakeith Chambers Terrico Bowen | |
| Intro | |
| Tay Keith, these niggas up | |
| Chorus | |
| Ain' t talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain' t no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I' m from Dallas | |
| You pennypinchin', I' m handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really ' bout action | |
| You ain' t gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don' t want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it | |
| Verse 1 | |
| They look and they stare when I walk in the function | |
| This young nigga drippin' and speedin' | |
| I might put ' em on payroll and make ' em my cameraman | |
| The way they copy my image | |
| My style is impeccable, don' t need no Maybelline | |
| This shit doesn' t have a blemish | |
| I remember starvin' like Marvin | |
| That money be givin' me sexual healing, wonderful feeling | |
| Wake up, go shopping in Beverly center | |
| these blue hunnids, I heavily spend ' em | |
| Pretty lil biddie, I' m tryna get in her | |
| Take her to lunch, then I her for dinner | |
| Got her own bag and a car, not a rental | |
| My bitch be cummin' like one of the Jenners | |
| Don' t you compare me to none of these niggas | |
| Money the only thing that I resemble | |
| Might a old nigga daughter | |
| She like how these diamonds hit all in my mouth and my collar | |
| Walk in the mall, spend a shit ton of dollars | |
| On expensive linen and Balenciaga | |
| Go spend a check on my momma to see | |
| The face she gon' make when she see what I done bought her | |
| And tell her don' t worry ' bout my pockets, ain' t havin' no problem | |
| You know your son is a baller | |
| Chorus | |
| Ain' t talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain' t no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I' m from Dallas | |
| You pennypinchin', I' m handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really ' bout action | |
| You ain' t gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don' t want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Young nigga a threat, so they send subliminals | |
| Chains on my neck, I feel like a criminal | |
| When it come to racks, you havin' the minimal | |
| Ain' t throwin' no shade, I' m speakin' in general | |
| Met that lil hoe, I think she from Jamaica | |
| I just want the facial I don' t wanna date her | |
| And if she will not go then I' m not gonna make her | |
| Kick her straight out the door and I won' t see her later | |
| I' m smokin' strong and you smokin' wimpy | |
| Your pockets empty, my money lengthy | |
| Who that was, said that young nigga wasn' t gettin' it? | |
| Might blow a 50, please do not temp me | |
| Honestly don' t think no one in' wit you | |
| To keep it a 100, to keep it a Benji | |
| She want a nigga like me cause I' m gifty | |
| She on her knees like heaven just sent me | |
| Chorus | |
| Ain' t talkin' rackets, stop all that racket | |
| I let my cash do the yippin' and yappin' | |
| Coupe automatic, this ain' t no Cadi' | |
| Ice in my mouth, stunt like my daddy | |
| Forgot to mention, rockin' Givenchy | |
| Star on my jacket, like I' m from Dallas | |
| You pennypinchin', I' m handlin' business | |
| I make it happen, really ' bout action | |
| You ain' t gettin' paper, young nigga, stop it | |
| Whole lotta' haters, young nigga poppin' | |
| Walk out my closet, drippin' and droppin' | |
| Bitch from the Truckers callin' me papi | |
| Brand new lil hottie, she went to college | |
| Don' t want your thottie, too many bodies | |
| I done became a habitual shopper | |
| New shit, I cop it soon as they drop it |
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