paroles de chanson tOlD mE - Lil Yachty , Co Cash

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

I'ma tell you like a nigga 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 nigga style 'cause my shit 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 bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free
Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak
If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak
Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV
Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
Say that she ain't heard of me, told the bitch she sleep (Ooh)

Truth be told, a lot of niggas 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 bitch, I got my dick 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 nigga how to get rich (Cash)
Rule number one, never fall for the bitch (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)
Bitch, I really got it, so I pop a lotta shit (Bitch)
Guess the nigga mad 'cause I'm fuckin' on his sis (Bitch)
I'ma send a hit before I ever send a diss (Bah)
Catch a nigga loafin', I'ma pop one like a cyst

These niggas look up to me, the streets fuckin' 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 bitches
I'm gon' split 'em both with my pals (Ooh)

I'ma tell you like a nigga 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 nigga style 'cause my shit 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 bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free
Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak
If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak
Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV
Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
Say that she ain't heard of me, told the bitch she sleep

Niggas be sleepin', huh?
Niggas be sleepin', Tempur-Pedic but they be peakin', huh?
Bitches be tweakin', huh?
Pistol be peakin' out the side, you niggas be geekin', huh?
Ooh, I let these lil' niggas have it
Ten-ten thousand dollars on a automatic
T-t-ten thousand, throw it on a acrobatic
My bitch smoke on sweet aromatics
Bitch, 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, bitch, 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' pussy leakin'
Seen you in flight, you my bitch for the weekend
I don't give a fuck if these niggas 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, bitch, I'm Lil Boat Capone

I'ma tell you like a nigga 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 nigga style 'cause my shit 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 bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free
Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak
If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak
Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see
Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV
Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep
Say that she ain't heard of me, told the bitch she sleep