Cochise - Hundred Smackeronies lyrics

Yo Cochise, a weh dem a seh? Yeah, yeah

I've been runnin' to the racks, no way, oh
(Nah, I got y'all fools this time) , yeah
Heard these niggas talkin', no eight, yeah
I be getting caps, no 'saicin
I be coming in no place, look
(Carlos is here, bullet)
Getting money, I might do it everyday
(yeah, yeah) , yeah
Call me Mr carter, make me play, uh huh, yeah
I'ma shoot up on 'em, like I'm Klay, uh huh
Yoplait, uh uh, no way, uh huh (Oh wait)
Yeah, I'm gettin' to the money, I know
I know they hatin'
Cookin' on these niggas like I'm
I'm cooking bacon
I know that he stuntin', but I
I know he fakin'
Kola champagne with the jerk, I'm Jamaican
I'm not fly, I'm playin', I'm just sayin'
Stop the hatin', you not famous hold up
What's your name is? Pull up like an agent
Money Super Saiyan, pull up and I'm bakin'
(Hit it)
Money comin' through and that's a rack, oh
(That's a rack)
I be getting money, never lack, oh
(I never lack)
Nigga talking crazy, leave me blank, oh
(Leave me blank, oh)
I'ma get the choppa, bring it back, oh
(Bring it back, oh)
Getting money, you could never get it back
Oh (Get it back)
Yeah, tell that boy to get my money back, oh
And my money coming through
And it's attached, oh
I been running to the money, yeah, the racks
Oh niggas talkin' crazy, let me back up
(Let me back)
But nigga bapanapa, nigga I got my racks up
(Got my racks) getting this money
I ran it through with the Ricks
And when I pull up to the function
They runnin' 'round like they cats
I'm getting money when it's sunny
I'm telling you to relax
Her booty shaped like a apple
Ain't talking no Mac
Booty so big I need a whole map, yeah
Pull up to your crib, I'm taking all that, uh
Give me that, that (Hit it) , that, and that
I done had to tell her
I really don't do marriage (yeah, yeah)
I be goin' wheel
I ain't talkin' 'bout a Ferris
('Bout a Ferris) i be getting money
Why y'all niggas so embarrassed?
(So embarrassed) i be getting money
All my niggas out in Paris
Drip on my body and you
Know it's from the rarest
Ain't nothin' wrong with you
Livin' with your parents
Posted on a strip and they
Thought I was a terrorist
Back from the strip, get the money
Just to double up, uh, yeah
(Double up) i be getting money, yeah, and
It doubled up, uh, yeah
(It doubled up, yeah)
Booty gettin' big, just like
A Tonka truck, uh, yeah
Back it up, baby, like a dump truck, uh, yeah
(Like a dump truck)
Niggas talkin' crazy, then we bun him up, uh
Yeah (Then we bun him up)
Choppa with the bricks, they finna
Bun him up, uh, yeah

Now lemme end my verse