Tink, Matti Baybee - Young, Flashy, & Cocky lyrics
Tink [Trinity Laure'Ale Home] Calumet City, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tink, Matti Baybee - Young, Flashy, & Cocky lyrics]
I got money all in my pockets
Takin off like rockets
Pulled up in that 'rrari but I
Pulled off in that 'gatti
This song so rockin'
Main chick she jockin'
I'm just young, flashy and
Cocky, I'm just young, flashy and cocky
First I'm startin, so abnormal flights
Magic carpets
Homie I'm the man, I'm the man no martin
Target, you could be the target
I'm tryna milk the game until
I fill up a carton
Homie I'm sparkin, baby I'm sparkin
Yeah I got a army an
You can meet the Spartans
They done got me started
Now I'm finna finish em
All these rappers sweet yeah they
Sweet just like cinnamon
I'm young an I'm getting it
Young an I'm gifted
And if homie disrespect we'll twist
Him just like licorice
See my swag ridiculous
Check my swag ridiculous
If he ain't talkin benjamins
Well homie I ain't interested
Matti Baybee young legend I shine glitter
I'd rather spend money on her
That time with her
And I pulled up in that 'rrari but
I pulled off in that 'gatti
Cause I'm young flashy and cocky
Two for the money, one for the 'one time'
I be knocking out these
Rappers with the punchline
I swear I'm killing the game
Leave 'em all dead
Going crazy, steady shining like a bald head
Matti Baybee
Homie I'm what everybody talking
President, no squares in my oval office
Murderers, everything I leave it in a coffin
If he say that I ain't winning
Then obviously he lost it
Cuz' I'm bossin'
I'm bossin' the way I'm counting
So much money piled up
It look like a mountain
Throw that money in the air
Watch those broke boys count it
I need an accountant
Don't know what the amount is
Everyday I'm cashing, money steady stackin'
Just in case you ask me
I'm just young and flashy
Everyday I'm cashing, money steady stackin'
Just in case you ask me
Homie I'm young and flashy
Young, flashy, and he cocky too
Poppin bands, so I'm sweatin you
I forgot the O, when he swerving through
Got his bands up, you need a parachute
To get close to it we don't leave tips
Tell em keep the change and
Leave em filthy rich
Got a big ole bank, so what you know about it
And getting money is my only hobby
Lot a people talking like my
Team ain't really eating
We drop 30, then drop 40
Like LeBron during his season
Boy that's major
That young boy about his paper
Couple zeros on that check so I
Can't help but count these haters
They multiplying
Keep it on lock, no door knob
More money then a couple dudes wit a job
Stacking bread till I get me a loaf
Heat up in the whip
You don't even need a coat
Need a boat I'm piled up in it
So official I should run for the senate
Cause I'm young and I know how to get it
And time is still money I
Can't even take a minute
Off, foreign, gloss
It feels good to be your own boss
I'm that chick, I feed my clique
And we count money till we get sick
No vaccines cause it gets no better
Keeps going like a four page letter
Cause I'm young and cocky
Who gon' stop me?
Keith Sweat, I tell em nobody
Takin off like rockets
Pulled up in that 'rrari but I
Pulled off in that 'gatti
This song so rockin'
Main chick she jockin'
I'm just young, flashy and
Cocky, I'm just young, flashy and cocky
First I'm startin, so abnormal flights
Magic carpets
Homie I'm the man, I'm the man no martin
Target, you could be the target
I'm tryna milk the game until
I fill up a carton
Homie I'm sparkin, baby I'm sparkin
Yeah I got a army an
You can meet the Spartans
They done got me started
Now I'm finna finish em
All these rappers sweet yeah they
Sweet just like cinnamon
I'm young an I'm getting it
Young an I'm gifted
And if homie disrespect we'll twist
Him just like licorice
See my swag ridiculous
Check my swag ridiculous
If he ain't talkin benjamins
Well homie I ain't interested
Matti Baybee young legend I shine glitter
I'd rather spend money on her
That time with her
And I pulled up in that 'rrari but
I pulled off in that 'gatti
Cause I'm young flashy and cocky
Two for the money, one for the 'one time'
I be knocking out these
Rappers with the punchline
I swear I'm killing the game
Leave 'em all dead
Going crazy, steady shining like a bald head
Matti Baybee
Homie I'm what everybody talking
President, no squares in my oval office
Murderers, everything I leave it in a coffin
If he say that I ain't winning
Then obviously he lost it
Cuz' I'm bossin'
I'm bossin' the way I'm counting
So much money piled up
It look like a mountain
Throw that money in the air
Watch those broke boys count it
I need an accountant
Don't know what the amount is
Everyday I'm cashing, money steady stackin'
Just in case you ask me
I'm just young and flashy
Everyday I'm cashing, money steady stackin'
Just in case you ask me
Homie I'm young and flashy
Young, flashy, and he cocky too
Poppin bands, so I'm sweatin you
I forgot the O, when he swerving through
Got his bands up, you need a parachute
To get close to it we don't leave tips
Tell em keep the change and
Leave em filthy rich
Got a big ole bank, so what you know about it
And getting money is my only hobby
Lot a people talking like my
Team ain't really eating
We drop 30, then drop 40
Like LeBron during his season
Boy that's major
That young boy about his paper
Couple zeros on that check so I
Can't help but count these haters
They multiplying
Keep it on lock, no door knob
More money then a couple dudes wit a job
Stacking bread till I get me a loaf
Heat up in the whip
You don't even need a coat
Need a boat I'm piled up in it
So official I should run for the senate
Cause I'm young and I know how to get it
And time is still money I
Can't even take a minute
Off, foreign, gloss
It feels good to be your own boss
I'm that chick, I feed my clique
And we count money till we get sick
No vaccines cause it gets no better
Keeps going like a four page letter
Cause I'm young and cocky
Who gon' stop me?
Keith Sweat, I tell em nobody