Coupé

Ya (echo)

(Verse 1)
And the police record ain't fool proof (no)
Hoe blow me like you tryna' get the soup cool (ya)
Let me get inside your head, no voodoo (mhm)
This shit is healthy for you baby no couscous
Go down like the roof on a car do
They all the same and I don’t even know who’s who (nope)
And the rules don't apply
All I’m doing's being rude and getting high (ya)
And growing up
I had a bunch of job interviews but ain't never showed up, pour it up (no)
Bad bitches give me shoulder rubs
Five minutes later they already know what’s up, roll it up (ya)
B'fore we even showed up
They can smell it so they know it’s us (ya)

Ya (echo)

(Verse 2)
Woke up in a brand new apartment (mhm)
Bartender shaking drinks like Parkinson (ya)
Hoe don’t call me I ain’t tryna' have an argument (no)
Tryna' get fucked up don’t call again (nope)
Being played on the radio
Tell the labels cut the check and it’s already hoe (ya)
Maybe yeah, maybe no
Got a lot of mo'fuckers tryna' pay me tho, wavy hoe
Everybody knows I’m crazy hoe
My life a movie I don’t care about the ratings tho, baby wow (no)
Where you been hun?
In the Benz, driving got the bomb on me like I'm Bin Laden (ya)
And we can go drive for hours
You drive, I’m getting high like the Eiffel tower
And when I show up all the panties raining like a shower
Nowadays I got this haters feeling kinda sour