Turkish Cotton Lyrics

Turkish Cotton Lyrics

Right, duh, uh
Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy

Man, deviated leather in this 911
Bend a corner, I'm on Hayes Street copping a windbreaker
Details, spent five hun'ed for the salt shaker
Las Vegas, at the cr*p table bettin' big paper
Courtside, mackin' on a (oh) in my Invisalign
So many whips I cannot decide, check it out
Do a couple numbers in the morning then I'm smashing out
Having more money than we having clout, what's a drought?
Keep it going
Streets saying I'm the coldest out
Press a little button, it'll park itself, add me up
Got a couple hustles on the side, (pass a big cup)[?]
Can't put your eggs all in just one, you hear me?
Yeah, you got one but not this one, you hear me?
This about 60 G's, dipped fresh, you hear me?
I don't think you heard what I said

Thank you for them kids, baby
Now I gotta run some errands
But when I come back, please
Have a nigga [?]
[?]
You know I got you, baby
Sock it to me, uh

James Bond coupe with the ceramic brakes
Out the way, eating on these crumpets, but it's sad to say
Niggas hate, got six banks just to keep it safe
Made this sh*t happen by myself, I ain't ask for favors
Thinking 'bout Seattle, I just might go out and golf with Jake
You niggas be weak for these hoes, I be out the way
Dom P, I done made millions with Sean T
I done cashed out for the 'Rari, nigga, no lease
Not flexing, just showing niggas that you can eat
Nigga, I was just dead broke in 2017
Merchandise, my nigga, you gotta keep the merchandise
Work it right, get it to the people, push a hard line
Start a corporation and bet on yourself every time
Put 'em on payroll, make sure your taxes right

(Ayy-ayy)
Start a corporation and bet on yourself every time
Put 'em on payroll, make sure your taxes right
Make sure your taxes right, nah (Ayy-ayy)
Alchemist, what's happening? (Good job)