tOlD mE (Explicit)

tOlD mE (Explicit) - Co Cash/Lil Yachty

Lyrics by：Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Terico Bowen

Composed by：Brytavious Lakeith Chambers/Terico Bowen

Co Cash：

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Tay Keith f**k these n***as up

Co Cash：

I'ma tell you like a n***a told me

If you go broke better go pick up a ski

I be Guccied down I got sick of Louis V

Think I'm 'bout to drown diamonds straight up out the sea

I be puttin' it down know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a n***a style 'cause my s**t on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang we geeked

Told the concierge

Point me to the penthouse suite

Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak

Better not pay a b***h she gon' f**k me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin' think it got a leak

If a n***a play with me then my n***as gon' tweak

F**k-f**k what ya heard only speak on what ya see

B***hes-b***hes watchin' me like a f**kin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe beep beep

Say that she ain't heard of me told the b***h she sleep

Ooh

Co Cash：

Truth be told a lot of n***as runnin' out of guap

Guap

Say they havin' paper but they really out of stock

Bro

On Instagram cappin' but you sleepin' on a cot

What

If you ain't gettin' no money why you posted on the block

What

Say that that's ya b***h I got my d**k up in her twat

Euh

I'ma let her drown I got no feelings for the thot

No

VVSs lookin' like some dried up snot

Ice

In other words I just put some boogers in the watch

Woo

I can teach a young n***a how to get rich

Cash

Rule number one never fall for the b***h

No no no

Rule number two keep it solid with your clique

And if you lookin' like a lick keep a fully-loaded stick

Ooh

B***h I really got it so I pop a lotta s**t

B***h

Guess the n***a mad 'cause I'm f**kin' on his sis

B***h

I'ma send a hit before I ever send a diss

Bah

Catch a n***a loafin' I'ma pop one like a cyst

Co Cash：

These n***as look up to me the streets f**kin' with me

Because it ain't no cap in my rap

No

My ho keep trippin' she says I'm always in the lab

I'm just perfectin' my craft

Woah

I did not have me no coach when I jumped in the streets

In the jungle I had to adapt

Mmm

I am not selfish when it come to money or b***hes

I'm gon' split 'em both with my pals

Ooh

Co Cash：

I'ma tell you like a n***a told me

If you go broke better go pick up a ski

Ski

I be Guccied down I got sick of Louis V

V

Think I'm 'bout to drown diamonds straight up out the sea

I be puttin' it down know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a n***a style 'cause my s**t on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang we geeked

Told the concierge

Point me to the penthouse suite

Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak

Better not pay a b***h she gon' f**k me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin' think it got a leak

If a n***a play with me then my n***as gon' tweak

F**k-f**k what ya heard only speak on what ya see

B***hes-b***hes watchin' me like a f**kin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe beep beep

Say that she ain't heard of me told the b***h she sleep

Lil Yachty：

N***as be sleepin' huh

N***as be sleepin' Tempur-Pedic but they be peakin' huh

B***hes be tweakin' huh

Pistol be peakin' out the side you n***as be geekin' huh

Ooh I let these lil' n***as have it

Ten-ten thousand dollars on a automatic

T-t-ten thousand throw it on a acrobatic

My b***h smoke on sweet aromatics

B***h how you bossin' sleepin' on a mattress

Your bank account dry stiff cactus

I-I-I got them racks splurge Saks Fifth

You not a boss b***h you a actress

Politic with politicians

Dripped out the school 'cause I didn't wanna pay for admissions

Rather writing composition

Wrote up a rap that got me richer than a deacon

I-I-I got that lil' p***y leakin'

Seen you in flight you my b***h for the weekend

I don't give a f**k if these n***as don't like me

Let 'em know they jewelry do not excite me

Let 'em know I never run out of will

Pink-pink slip everything that I own

A-a-and expense on everything that I'm on

New Tommy gun b***h I'm Lil Boat Capone

Co Cash：

I'ma tell you like a n***a told me

If you go broke better go pick up a ski

I be Guccied down I got sick of Louis V

Think I'm 'bout to drown diamonds straight up out the sea

I be puttin' it down know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a n***a style 'cause my s**t on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang we geeked

Told the concierge

Point me to the penthouse suite

Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak

Better not pay a b***h she gon' f**k me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin' think it got a leak

If a n***a play with me then my n***as gon' tweak

F**k-f**k what ya heard only speak on what ya see

B***hes-b***hes watchin' me like a f**kin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe beep beep

Say that she ain't heard of me told the b***h she sleep