Black Coupe ft. Billy Winters Lyrics

Yeah, ayy

Yo, ayy, ayy

Back up off a P, you fuckin' up my vans

Throwin' money in the club, fuckin' up my bands

Police tryna pull me over, fuckin' up my plans

I'm feelin' fresh as a bitch, feelin' Dapper Dan

Yes, I get high like errday

If you ain't fly, get the fuck out my airspace

How that nigga cross you out and you gon' shake his hand

Takin' all that pussy shit, when you gon' take a stand

Look, man make the money, money don't make the man

If you ain't got no cash, you can't make demands

While you sittin' on your ass, better make a plan

Better cook up that shit, better shake a pan

Yes, I count stacks like errday

If you ain't fly, get the fuck out my airspace

Yeah, I'm fuckin' with that hoe, but we don't share space

She a dime and I love it when she bare face

Shoulder lean, now I'm feelin' like I'm Uzi

High class nigga, but I'm jiggin' in some Coogie

Shawty rich as a bitch, her name Suzie

Redbone bitch, I fuck with her cause she so bougie

Drunk as hell, spillin' drank on my gear

Nigga, try me, I'm gon' step like this here

Ooh, I think she like me talkin' naughty in my ear

Talkin' bout she want my name, tatted on her rear

I got Louis V shades to cover up my face

Too bad women, I had to double up my dates

I got two straps on me, I feel like John Woo

Black suit, black car, black coupe

Shawty dancin' on the pole, rakin' up the bands

When the plug pick up the phone, he say, my favorite mans

Think I'm bout to catch a flight and vacay in France

Different between me and you is I'ma take a chance