Cocky

[Intro: CeeFineAss]
Uh
Cee
Bitch
Look

[Verse 1: CeeFineAss]
Money over everything, and I want everything
Got Reshay up in this bitch, she rollin' up the mary jane
I just signed a record deal and start adjustin' to the fame
All this bitches swervin' too much, better stay up in they lane
And I ain't beefin' on the internet 'cause I ain't into that
He gon' have to blow a couple racks to get the kitty-cat
Spend a check and then I get it back, I'm in and out of Saks
Think he cappin', I ain't feelin' that, I'm really livin' that
Young boss bitch
Started from the bottom, that's the reason why I talk shit
Now I'm havin' meetings in Miami with the bosses
I got labеls biddin' on me like I'm in the auction
I ain't еven fuck him and I got this nigga stalkin'
If it's big enough, then I'll suck it like a crawfish
I got rapper niggas tryna flip me like a dolphin
All I do is win, but I remember takin' losses
If you ain't talkin' money, why the fuck you even talkin'?
And I need twenty for a show
All this money comin' in, bitch, I ain't never goin' broke
Had to cut a couple bitches that was hatin' on the low
If that nigga pillow talkin', tell that nigga he a ho
I be reppin', throwin' up the 7, put on for my section
Ain't no question, if it's any pressure, then you know I'm steppin'
I be flexin', shawty in her feelings, guess I got her stressin'
Send a message, I ain't even check in, I could never sweat it

[Chorus: CeeFineAss]
'Cause I'm poppin'
Every time I step up in the party, I'm the topic
And every time you book me for a show, bitch, I'ma rock it
And I ain't comin' over 'less you send me that deposit
I'm tired of bein' humble, all that hatin' got me cocky
Bitch, I'm gettin' cash and you mad, you can stop it
New Chanel bag, too much cash for a wallet
Bitches throwin' shade on my page, tryna gossip
But I don't give a fuck about a hater 'cause I'm poppin'

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Been cheatin' on my FN, I done got caught up with the carbine (Carbine)
Certified steppers, totin' drums, we be marchin' (Nope)
Started my own gang, I ain't no regular artist (Blrrrd)
Straight to the Billboard from the concrete apartments (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
I just met Wockeshia if you catch me somewhere noddin' (Sleep)
Whole millionaire, see too much, still robbin' (Slatt)
Cut all of the cappin' out, you never caught a body (Nope)
Everybody eatin' around my table regardless
I feel like I'm Beenie, knock 'em off and throw a party (Go)
I don't 'posed to slide, but I'm the main one sparkin' (Yup)
Ayy, 2022, we sendin' shots out a Bugatti (Blrrrd)
Every nigga with me was around when I was starvin'
Hey, I'm the same nigga from the Trues and the Robins (Robins)
Skinny jeans gettin' tighter when I stuff both pockets
Talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from me, you off a thirty and a molly (What?)
Ain't no survival when this fully auto get to poppin' (Blrrrd), blrrrd

[Chorus: CeeFineAss]
'Cause I'm poppin'
Every time I step up in the party, I'm the topic
And every time you book me for a show, bitch, I'ma rock it
And I ain't comin' over 'less you send me that deposit
I'm tired of bein' humble, all that hatin' got me cocky
Bitch, I'm gettin' cash and you mad, you can stop it
New Chanel bag, too much cash for a wallet
Bitches throwin' shade on my page, tryna gossip
But I don't give a fuck about a hater 'cause I'm poppin'

[Verse 3: CeeFineAss]
Kick it with your guy for a pork chop
I'm in Miami gettin' head at the boat dock
Bouncin' this ass, yeah, I'm workin' with a whole lot
She think she fuckin' with me, please tell that ho stop, she a whole flop
Big bank take lil' bank, I don't give a fuck what a bitch think
My flow cold and I spit tight, bitch been nice with her pen game
Came through in that Mulsanne, on the late night with my boo thing
We kickin' it, no Liu Kang, just runnin' it, no Usain
And I ain't never turnin' down, you gotta turn me up
And I can fight, for any bitch who think she runnin' up
My own family hatin' on me 'cause I'm blowin' up
To make 'em madder, I might go and cop a Bentley truck

[Interlude: CeeFineAss]
Yeah, you know
These hoes ain't gon' never catch up (Never)
Ever (Ever)
You know why? (You know why?)
'Cause guess why, bitch (Yeah), yeah (Bitch)

[Chorus: CeeFineAss]
'Cause I'm poppin'
Every time I step up in the party, I'm the topic
And every time you book me for a show, bitch, I'ma rock it
And I ain't comin' over 'less you send me that deposit
I'm tired of bein' humble, all that hatin' got me cocky
Bitch, I'm gettin' cash and you mad, you can stop it
New Chanel bag, too much cash for a wallet
Bitches throwin' shade on my page, tryna gossip
But I don't give a fuck about a hater 'cause I'm poppin'

[Outro: CeeFineAss]
Yeah, bitch, I'm real life poppin'
Y'all know that, y'all see that every day
Fuck y'all, fuck y'all hoes