In a world where cash speaks louder than words, Lil Yachty and Cochise serve up a track that's richer than a chocolate ganache. They kick things off by calling out broke folks who chime in like they're harmonizing with a choir, while flaunting seven-figure bling that could make a diamond blush. These dudes aren't just about their dollars; they're escaping the sticky drama of "Rocky road" while likening posers to toilet paper—soft and easy to tear. Amidst the shiny gems and bad baddies, they dodge beef and inconvenience like ninjas on a caffeine high. They flex their rise from rags to riches, all while balancing swagger and style like acrobats on a golden tightrope. Through their rhythmic rhymes, they remind us that not all that glitters is gold, but sometimes it's just lil’ ole' Charmin. Now that's some toilet humor.
Charmin
Lyrics
How you gon' act like?
Yeah, yeah
Mmh, mmh, mmh
Broke-ass niggas always wanna chime in
Seven figures spent on my diamonds
How he on my level? He ain't puttin' no time in
Rocky road gang, run from sirens
Niggas ain't tough, niggas Charmin
We had all them bad bitches flyin' in
Niggas talkin', dig up they brother, he gon' die again
Had to pull a couple strings like a violin
Did a couple favors for my brother
He ran up them racks from a shelter
Sleepin' on the floor with no covers, yeah
Fuck these niggas, they hoes
We had to struggle for toes
To get our foot in the door
I-i be shinin' on
We d-d-d-done it all
We done spun it all
Fucked her once, then punted off, yeah (mh)
It's us (mh), slatt
Broke-ass niggas always wanna chime in
Seven figures spent on my diamonds
How he on my level? He ain't puttin' no time in
Rocky road gang, run from sirens
Niggas ain't tough, niggas Charmin
We had all them bad bitches flyin' in
Niggas talkin', dig up they brother, he gon' die again
(He gon' die again)
(Yeah, that's us, that boy done, yeah)
Pull up to the spot, got 'em smilin' (cheese), yeah
I got all the bad bitties wildin' (wildin'), yeah
Money tall as me, it be pilin' (it be pilin'), yeah
Heard they mad at me 'cause I'm stylin'
Uh, uh, I'ma gon' need me a raft, huh
Pull up, get hit with a TEC, huh
Hold up, wait, give me a sec (yeah)
Hit the gym, man, I gotta go flex (flex)
Yeah, I got gold and it hang on my neck (uh)
Dodge your shorty, I don't wanna text (uh)
Niggas be mummy, I know they be vexed, uh (uh)
Broke-ass niggas always wanna chime in
Seven figures spent on my diamonds
How he on my level? He put no time in
Rocky road gang, run from sirens
Niggas ain't tough, niggas Charmin
We had all them bad bitches flyin' in
Niggas talkin', dig up they brother, he gon' die again
Writer(s): Miles Parks McCollum, Dimitri Andic, Terrell Cox
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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