COACH ft. 5500PK Lyrics

So much cash in my pocket I got cache

Shawty yea you better give me neck if you got bad face

You can't be around me looking hungry yea that's bad taste

Girl you know everything about me but my last name

I'm Allergic to a broke bitch

Double up my funds you can't coach this

What I wear first class You can't coach this

If it's up then it's stuck ima turn it to smoke pit

I've been cooking so much caught a sprain on my left wrist

I've been stepping so much that I went a made a new dance

Might send a nigga packing just like post stamps

We gon send a bullet down the middle like a quick slant

I done bagged the work so fast it feel like I got six hands

Feel like Ed, Edd, and Eddy man I got a hundred scams

Hate when niggas walking outside with like a hundred mans

Seen shit fly, what the fuck I ain't see your mans

You ain't got a thousand

Then you niggas ain't really trapping

Feds listening but that ain't the only bugs In the mattress

There's pounds in the safe choppers, slugs in the mattress

The way my niggas whip we gon need some hard hats

I came up from the bottom I ain't never going back bitch

I can show your how to cook I learned that shit from my last bitch

Ask about Pk bet they know across the atlas

If there's a problem I call tef and he gonna make a nigga backflip

Damn I ain't suppose to say my shooter name

Why I'm tripping like I don't got a starting five anyway

They can talk shit on my name he can die any day

And I've been holding all these racks that my thighs start to ache

All this money On my mind bitch my mind bout to break

Bitch don't ever ask where I'm going she know I'm in the bank

And if there's racks in the house then the grass gon have snakes

I put it on the line like a nigga in a race

Double G

It ain't for Gucci it's for Griddy

5500 when I'm coming through your city

You ain't even gotta ask you know Casey he be with me

I told my bro that'll die before I change about a bitch

And Niggas better stay up in they lane because the renting I

And we Shoot up in the whip couldn't see that bitch was tinted

Every day I wake up I think about Nah and Emmit

I'm with Turb in this bitch it's like I'm boosting up the engine

So much cash in my pocket I got cache

Shawty yea you better give me neck if you got bad face

You can't be around me looking hungry yea that's bad taste

Girl you know everything about me but my last name

I'm Allergic to a broke bitch

Double up my funds you can't coach this

What I wear first class You can't coach this

If it's up then it's stuck we gonna turn it to smoke pit