Coupé Décalé

Lyrics

(Gabe 'Nandez) Who built the pyramids? Niggas in Africa niggas in Paris my nigga you know who the lyricist Shout to my homies and my co conspirators If you feel lonely when you all alone that means you do not know what your feelings is You in your feelings, I'm in my bag Mathematics do you know how to add Acrobatics I pull on the track Do you want it slow, you want it fast You on Instagram flaunting the cash ATM you withdrawing your stash Counting bills but that's all that you have Niggas hungry they wanting this cash Send location take all of your stacks Shit is real shit is raw on the ave Real as it get, watch who you with Rigatoni in the pot with the fish Shout to Tony he be dropping them hits Patagonia with some Malian drip Trynna find me a Somalian chick We can be friends I don't want head Couple ways we could both make bread Get this money let's get this dough Coupé Décalé do si do Once I get it gotta go gеt more Gotta get it gotta proceed slow Slow down nigga You think you gangsta cause you know somе gangstas but you know what go round nigga Rumours and Karma Bumpin Pluto and The Carter Smoking woolies in the corridor Doing voodoo with your daughter Shaka Zulu went to Harvard Mix the fufu with shawarma Voulez vous peruse new improved and used New Jerusalem order I just take it much farther I just go so much harder Fuck you pay me no barter Immortal, more martyrs (Elucid) It's too easy to load an A-R why's the nine much harder? Sometimes questions don't deserve answers but I'm not your father Brolic my broken banner buckles, bullshit artifice Violence hear up the molecule a stone cold partnership I'm an island I'm going vertical What's really urgent send a pigeon I'd like a word with you Hard to earn ten thousand hour returns I take it all personal The scope of my sermon reaches out and burns no matter where on earth you move If I so choose, the blues is a black man's birthright It's not news and no this ain't my first life Or second, adding credits, not so cryptic All the money stolen Ha ha's and high fives Pay him what you owe him And close the books, the man who talk with the flowers I have no enemies I don't live in the past My recall memory fails but you not built like that