COOGI Clique Lyrics

Grilling lamb chops this shit don't stop

A lot of P shit they wanna see me flop

But I'm back again more champagne more wins

I'm still cracking all my sister friends

Why you niggas splurging I'm at the crib workin'

Money over bitches my mom deserve that Birkin

If her credit ain't seven hundred we can't do no flirtin'

I can't post you on the Gram you know they be lurkin'

Addicted to the game I could never leave

Been in the Stang all week misplaced my Caddy keys

Using WhatsApp to message broads from overseas

She call me Big Papi like I'm Dave Ortiz

Then she hit my phone she up a couple g's

By the time we hung up she done sent the fee

Went shopping bought some shit that I ain't really need

Put yo faith in a P I won't mislead

Coogi sweater on me like I'm Bill Cosby

Forever on some fly shit cause it's like a hobby

I might take the summer off just to learn karate

Tryna keep up with Snow just join Illuminati

Cause they will sell they soul just to keep up

Pulled up to shorty crib and kick my feet up

Fly cars and champagne when you see us

I laughed when she said her nigga wanna be us

Catch me out in traffic i be on the move

My OGs drunk forties we be off that Veuve

My cougar lady always tell me that I'm two smooth

My moms keep me in her prayers I could never lose

Hardest part of my morning which car I'm gonna choose

Hit the car wash and shine the tires with Manoos

A/C sunroof open while I take a cruise

Do a lot for the people we don't post on the news

A real one don't gotta say it I'm forever blessed

Told baby tat my name on her left chest

Wasn't serious but I had to put her to the test

Make sure she ain't leave no hair on the head rest

Back in high school I should of won best dressed

Knew not to trust the streets when they killed Fresh

That was fifth grade

Two Mercedes gotta get paid bitch I'm self made