MR. COLOR-COORDINATION

[Intro]
(Damn, Con, this shit sound crazy)

[Verse 1]
When you born to lose but built to win, that shit is somethin' else
Sun is out and we just left the Boobie trap, we goin' to hell (Goin' to hell)
I was just a jit, tuckin' rocks inside my Gucci belt
And yeah, I might've asked you for some love, but never for the help
Movin' onto bigger, better things, the old Boobie dead
My vejete said she had some Wock', but she brought me red
She say that she not addicted, she just really need her meds
Unreleased Virgil Air Forces if I wanna flex
Wouldn't lift my shades or touch your bitch, not even with a pole
Uncle say he got some hydro 10s, he tryna get 'em sold
Pimps and players say they love my music 'cause I'm on the road
Boobie pulled up in a white Rolls with the matchin' soles

[Chorus]
Yeah, baby, color-coordinate with me
Louis jeans twelve, but I smacked for like eight-fifty
If I'm in your city for a show, come and rage with me
All my bitches know to pray for me, don't play with me
Yeah, baby, color-coordinate with me
Louis jeans twelve, but I smacked for like eight-fifty
If I'm in your city for a show, come and rage with me
All my bitches know to pray for me, don't play with me

[Verse 2]
If you didn't hear it from my golds, don't believe the cap (Don't believe the cap)
Bad bitches love to play my music while they make it clap (Clap, clap)
Yeah, I might've hit you with a dap, but I don't owe you jack (Bitch)
I just matched my favorite Jordan 4s with my favorite strap (Boom. boom)
Blow a couple racks and throw more down, we gon' make it back (We gon' make it back)
She said, "Take me shoppin'," L-O-L, baby, take a lap (Take a lap)
Me and Con like Shaq and Kobe every time we on a track (Swish)
I'm in this bitch, she whispered to her friend, "Girl, who the fuck is that?" (Who the fuck is that?)
Buddy keep on lookin' at my stories like his bitch in here (Your bitch in here?)
Buffs on my face help me look at life crystal clear (Bling)
All I see is color coordination lookin' in the mirror
Just like a magician with the hat, make you disappear

[Chorus]
Yeah, baby, color-coordinate with me
Louis jeans twelve, but I smacked for like eight-fifty
If I'm in your city for a show, come and rage with me
All my bitches know to pray for me, don't play with me
Yeah, baby, color-coordinate with me
Louis jeans twelve, but I smacked for like eight-fifty
If I'm in your city for a show, come and rage with me
All my bitches know to pray for me, don't play with me