WaLkiN' eXhiBiT - Co Cash

Back on my pivot, God be my witness

20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches

Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin

Show off my ice while wave at the bitches

Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid

Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite

Make em remember if he forget it

Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision

Run up them digits, me and my nigglets

We trynna see who gone spend it the quickest

Nigga you trippin, you shop wit a limit

Ya money too short like a snippet or midget

Lil mama pretty plus she the thickest

If this bitch listen might make her the Mrs

Center of attention, bitch I’m the slickest

Hoes stop and stare I’m a walking exhibit

Might pull in a Bentley, this isn’t a civic

Take off on the cops, they won’t give me a ticket

She say Im a dog but she giving me kitty

I keep showing her racks, she keep showing me titties

She like how I talk, I be speaking explicit

And my ice shining bright, bitch I really be litty

You can’t walk how I walk, I be kickin my pimpin

You can’t buy what I bought, cause you low on expenses

Jimmy Choo drip-drip

Niggas ain’t hip-hip

Bitch it cost a grip-grip

Gave da clerk a tip-tip

Point me to da vip-vip

Baby show me nip slips

Fuck her then i dip-dip

Too much on my chip-chip

Pass her to the gang gang

Fifty on my chain mane

Still sending change to my niggas in the chain gang

We don’t ball the same, man these niggas really lame mane

Spending out ya range, so just stay up in ya lane-lane

Rockin Helmut Lang like a nigga playing football

Tell the truth, I can tell I got these niggas shook dog

Nigga acting tough but he really justa mush ball

Thousand dollar shoes, that’s half a band a foot dog

I might spend it on a fit

You gone give it to the bitch

And I pop the biggest shit

Cause I’m really living rich

But it’s still a whole lotta paper that I gotta get

Still got a whole ‘nother ball that I gotta pitch

Dressed in high fashion, cartier glasses

Took a lil break, now I’m back on they asses

We hop in foreigns and we do dashes

Elegant, so bitches calling me Cashius

Back on my pivot, God be my witness

20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches

Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin

Show off my ice while wave at the bitches

Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid

Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite

Make em remember if he forget it

Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision

Run up them digits, me and my nigglets

We trynna see who gone spend it the quickest

Nigga you trippin, you shop wit a limit

Ya money too short like a snippet or midget

Lil mama pretty plus she the thickest

If this bitch listen might make her the Mrs

Center of attention, bitch I’m the slickest

Hoes stop and stare I’m a walking exhibi

My style isn’t basic, you can’t replicate it

This authentic fabric, yo shit fabricated

These niggas can’t see me, go tell em get lasic

They falling behind cause they way too complacent

I know they want my shine but I won’t let em take it

Bitch I wanted some cake so I had to go bake it

And I don’t wanna talk if it ain’t bout a payment

I spent five hundred dollars on expensive fragrance

He been balling too hard, someone give him a flagrant

But I don’t play no sport, cartier like a dork

I been fucking shit up in like too many places

Spent a bag in LA, spent a bag in New York

Knock me a bitch, I take off with ya whore

Way too much drip, leave a sign on the floor

Got way too many racks but I want me some more

My whole crib is covered in brand new decor

I can’t trip off a hoe, I got bitches galore

Once I fuck, cut her off, don’t want her anymore

You might put on some shit that I already wore

Freshest one in this bitch when I walk through the door

Back on my pivot, God be my witness

20 racks tucked in my Amiri britches

Consistently drippin, you might end up slippin

Show off my ice while wave at the bitches

Hot as a skillet, cold as a frigid

Draped in designer, my taste is exquisite

Make em remember if he forget it

Gun on my waist and I shoot with precision (Brrr)

Let the band play