Lyrics Coochie Money - Serious Klein

Coochie Money

Uhh shit nigga
You see all of that money nigga?
Ah man thats the type of shit i was praying for dawg
Like when we get more of that
We got' spend all of that shit on these woman nigga
Like for real nigga
Throw that shit on these bitches asses nigga
Like for real i know you got me nigga
Verse 1:
Ay yo, I ram the fucking world without a helmet nigga
Slap you back to senses then I tell you that you welcome nigga
Pop my color everyday, straight from the service
If ballots won’t work bullets will, word to Malcom nigga
So what do you stand for?
Is it fast money? pussy? weed?
Gold wrists, woman or cars?
Are you the remedy?
Thirteen I’ve plant the seed, jump man on some 23
But since I am 25, I am struggling to keep all my shirts clean
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Yea killed the game and found out the secrets
Yo freed the record from all you demons
Yea I know you’ll surely thank me later cause the devil is a lie
African blood flowing through this veins of a refugee
Kinda street to some christians but to holy to the streets
The torch pass it, cause nobody ever did it In this world where I am from
Where we starving for green digits
Yea
Homeboy I came to party
Your girl was looking at me We the type of niggas coming with a attitude
Fife fifty five the squad is them trees
What you wanna do?
Nigga rolling
What you tryna do?
Nigga rolling
What you wanna do?
Nigga rolling
What you tryna do? x 2
Yea
You spent these dollars on your dime pieces
Count it to your habits when you talk to Jesus
But fuck the talk i mean God knows your heart
So why would you ask to be saved from that shit that pleases?
Little baby ass tried to be like you
Like tell me where them hoes at, just like you
Watched you fucking all these bitches
Tried to see through you
It’s like you dived in those punana’s
Now you ain’t good news
Like skuuurt
Pull up in your benz
Like you never seen a sorrow nigga
Give a damn about tomorrow nigga
Baby drop it low ima feet you with this soccer money
Wife and kids, still fuck her money
First nigga doing it, ass up face down
All about that coochie, ima give that ass 3 rounds
Good Lord, Mary Mary, holy holy
Share my stacks
Can’t be mad at him when that nigga tryna get some ass
Homeboy I came to party
Your girl was looking at me We the type of niggas coming with a attitude
Fife fifty five the squad is them trees
What you wanna do?
Nigga rolling
What you tryna do?
Nigga rolling
What you wanna do?
Nigga rolling
What you tryna do? x 2
Spread the funk
Spread the funk
Spread the funk
Spread the funk
Thats all we need
Thats all we need
Thats all we need
Thats all we need
A lie wrapped in the most innocent cover
Of her crimson red mouth
She’s out for blood
The kitty kat has you in her claws