CC Lyrics

He say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You already know what the fuck goin' on, man

He say, hey, she say she really love me

I can't tell her, but I kinda do

In the bathroom, drunk as hell, got off Jamba Juice

We goin' back and forth, talkin' shit

And I don't wanna lose, so I gotta tell her

That she right, so let's play it cool

This shit can pay the bills

When you talk about some real shit

A thousand in a month

And that's really on some chill shit

Life really pickin' up

I'm tryna make a meal quick

Smokin' dope, hallucinatin

Man, he got me real sick

These niggas really hate

And I really can't relate

And you gotta work that nine to five

If you gon' be great

Man, as I go, I'm tryna stack

For them rainy days

Make em' calls, call me Tom Brady

Cause I'm sendin' blades

Talkin' bout this rap

Then you better meet your maker

Got the pounds flyin' in

And they comin' from Jamaica

If you core, don't let em' in

I have my young niggas bakin

Got the checks comin' in

So I'm talkin' to y'all later

Computer in my backpack

HP at that

Lookin' up them onion sights

Car shot my kryptonite

Might just do it on the max

Swipin', tryna get a cat

For sale, then we'll buy your car

I'm comin' all black

Real dope geekers

Go on, walk up in the drop

Give a fuck about that label

I don't care about what they talkin' bout

Beat a nigga ass real bad

Like he Sgt. Gutter

Real trim nigga, self-serve

Bitch, I'm dipped in butter

Walk bare on my back

You know I keep my effin' in

Bull jeans smellin' real good

You know I'm crisp and clean

Bad bitch, she back it up

Cause she love the flow

Sorry baby, I can't fuck today

Sally told her no