Codes lyrics

I always make tracks, pray for cash

Fill up gas in the coupe

Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue

Versace bomber black, she a snack

Make me slack, little hoe

Need her home to stay in control

I'm out chasing bags, came from rags

Now my hands full of gold

I walked an intense road

I'll make my baby gag, love the drool

I'm a creep but she cool

Talk in codes 'cause we both closed

Do anything for my bitch

She's a reason to get rich

You try do any harm

Dump your body in a ditch

I love thighs, skinny, thick

Making money give me kicks

She drool all on my dick

Then her face full of her spit

I remember back in class

Sneaky touching on her ass

We couldn't let 'em know

I was with another boo

Even did shit in her room

That some shit we can't undo

But I wouldn't if I could

We were young and I craved fruit

I was failing school, I said "fuck this"

I dropped out and sold dope to make music

Got tattoos, everybody said I'm stupid

So anywhere I went I was excluded

Give a fuck 'cause I'm rich and I drip now

Gucci belt, Hugo Boss on my sweatpants

And my bitch never left, never switched sides

Ride or die, Bonnie Clyde, we have close ties, yeah

I always make tracks, pray for cash

Fill up gas in the coupe

Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue

Versace bomber black, she a snack

Make me slack, little hoe

Need her home to stay in control

I'm out chasing bags, came from rags

Now my hands full of gold

I walked an intense road

I'll make my baby gag, love the drool

I'm a creep but she cool

Talk in codes 'cause we both closed

I always make tracks, pray for cash

Fill up gas in the coupe

Driving fast, dodge the boys in blue

Versace bomber black, she a snack

Make me slack, little hoe

Need her home to stay in control

I'm out chasing bags, came from rags

Now my hands full of gold

I walked an intense road

I'll make my baby gag, love the drool

I'm a creep but she cool

Talk in codes 'cause we both closed