Coco Pt. 2 (feat. Jeezy & O.T. Genasis)

Thousand dollar jeans with a hundred more stacks in 'em
 Every nigga on this jet with me, I done went to war for 'em
 Or I used to trap with 'em
 I got real Hollywood bitches fuckin' with a trap nigga
 And we ain't fuckin' with you rat niggas
 Back where the Sun never shines
 They let Meek Milly back home just in time
 Look at their faces, now I got the paper
 Now they don't remember when I had to grind
 She fell in love with the CoCo
 She got on Chanel and Manolo
 And we out Dubai at the boat show
 Rollin' dice on the yacht, screamin', "YOLO"
 It's my lituation like Loso
 And my situation an off shore
 And I give her head like she Ocho Cinco
 Draggin' my mink like I'm loco
 You mad at me, but she chose though
 How you get mad 'bout my old ho?
 2015, I do rose gold
 Cause I'm in the field just like Rose but sellin' them Os though
 (What you done it with?)
 Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda
 (Who you runnin' with?)
 It's the Chasers and we're takin' over
 (How you spittin' that shit?)
 Whip it through the glass, nigga
 Buy a hundred bottles and put 'em on my tab, nigga
 I'm in love with the coco
 I'm in love with the coco
 I got it for the low, low
 I'm in love with the coco
 Ridin' through the city with a check on me
 Ridin' through the hood with a TEC on me
 28 make it double, I ain't ever try to cuddle
 So explain why these mothafuckas slept on me
 8 ball 'til I reach me a kilo
 Made enough then I went to see Rico
 Paid in full, if you actin' like Rico
 I'ma tie him up, tape his ass like Maaco
 Hundred round clip in the mothafuckin' TEC
 Catch a hot 9, 7 when his ass wanna flex
 High school, got off on a nigga with the whopper
 12k for my pistol in a fuckin' dishwasher
 One hit wonder, yeah that's a fact
 Hit his ass 'til the police wonder where I'm at
 Made so much money off this goddamn song
 Still get in your ass like a goddamn thong
 Coco Puffs, yeah that's for the kids
 Stop tryna act like you don't know what it is
 Bakin' soda ain't cut me no check
 If they don't, I'ma show them mothafuckas what an arm and hammer is
 Everybody know I'm in love with the coke
 My ex bitch took a young nigga for a joke
 If a nigga got a problem then he gon' get smoked
 I'ma squeeze and I'm out like I parked too close
 Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda
 Bakin' soda, I got bakin' soda
 Whip it through the glass, nigga
 I'm blowin' money fast, nigga
 I say I run my town like Puffy, bitch
 Units in the duffel
 They like, "Why the fuck he never got indicted?"
 I guess I'm lucky, bitch
 I ain't playin' 'bout this nine
 I will shoot this bitch up like I'm Shyne
 Dropped a foe, quarterback, Tony Romo
 Duct tape triple black, that's that ocho
 What if I told you bicycle with a logo
 And got 'em in the air bag of the Volvo
 Snow God in the kitchen, they call that boy Zeus
 And if that shit weighin' up then that's that Bruce Bruce
 And if them tires losin' pressure, that's that low pro
 If that's the case, you gotta whip it slow mo
 I got yellow boxes everywhere
 This is Arm & Hammer everywhere
 Dropped a 9, got a half, nigga
 We gon' need some bigger bags, nigga