Coupe ft. Bobby Gvld Lyrics

(Yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea)

Imma hop back in the booth

Holla at me when I'm back in the coupe (coupe)

Just gimme a few

Swear to God baby

I'll pull up on you

Already know what it is (yea)

Shawty she know what it do

I need to be thinkin' big (big)

Lil shit gettin' cut out the view (view)

We stackin' the bag up wit hunidds now

Fill it with blues (Fill it with blues)

Slidin' over to ya crib

Doing the dash wit a boost (Vrooom)

Know I been running the field

How can I be number two?

Deep in my bag all up in it

(Woah)

Ion be playin to lose so

Imma hop back in the booth

Holla at me when I'm back in the coupe (back in the coupe)

Just gimme a few

Swear to God baby

I'll pull up on you (pull up on you)

Feel like Luka when I shoot

Been a bucket it's the truth

Livin' this life no rules

Hopped out the bed wit the juice

Ran to the bank wit a few of them bags on my mind like a Jew

Knowing them blessings is due like the rent every month it's amazing what working will do

I can lose it all I'm knowin' this too

Poppin' my shit off like caps afterschool (poppin' shit)

Minding my business n making these moves (been legit)

Never lost sight so don't get it confused

Been had my way bae so why would I… choose

They never can do what I do

It never make sense to

Stress out over trying

Cause I

Sleep to do it

If I'm not working late imma lose it all

So I'm

Gone hop right back in the booth

Holla at me when I'm back in the coupe (back in the coupe)

Just gimme a few

Swear to God baby

I'll pull up on you

Already know what it is

Shawty she know what it do

You need to be thinkin' big

Lil shit get cut out the view