This is Royalty
Bang bang
I got yo bitch layin naked cross the bed, no rosary
Stackin up this bread like a baker, Josephine
She wanna refill, so I get that ho a bean
Niggas on the sideline yellin Who the fuck is he?
Bitch Im @Gonage, you can call me Cody B
Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me
White leather seats lookin like coca leaf
Every time I crank up the woofer sittin on a key
Im Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet
Linen button-up like Im walkin round on the beach
Blind hoes notice me in my Range Rover Jeep
So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodeci
Smokin in the morning, and when I go to sleep
Blowin presidential man, I think they about to vote for me
Any event we party like a frat, no toga sheet
If money aint the convo, they aint even posed to speak
If you aint talkin cash, dont say shit
In the VIP we champagne-spray shit
Im in the club lookin like a bank statement
If you talkin cash, I can make arrangement
Walked in the club, aint pay shit
Broke niggas hate, cause they aint shit
Im gettin to the cash pockets on payment
If you talkin money, I can make arrangement
Cody
Cody Bean Senior, pushin mean ether
You dont know Childish? Nigga, me neither
Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House
If it aint money, man, we aint got shit to talk about
Kennedy compound, my 20-room house
So big my ex-girls aint gotta move out
If you aint talkin cash, dont say shit
My bank account looking like when little kids break shit—Oooh!
If Im breathin I can handle it
Watching all my dreams get together like an ampersand
Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management
Show these dummies how to do it, all I wants my ten percent
Porsche brand new, passed em a cool hundred
Yeah my girl 52, even her growth stunted
Its the nigga yall knew back when I flipped meal cards
Now my meals free when I dont taste the fifth star
We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge
Meetin with the moguls, make em richer and they owe you
Its the kid you used to talk about, Im watchin people get up on it
On Worldstar and I aint have to have a nigga moment
Flows always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
Never left that hard shit, a niggas always constipated
Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin weight
Flossin hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake
Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome
As long as all of em bloggin Im living Richard Branson
Shit talk is still talk, haters are my billboard
Used to take the Q home, now I hang with ScHoolboy
So iconic, Black Kennedy this shit
Man Im so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
Droppin new shit and the haters get the splashback
Dont be surprised when he ask you where the cash at
If you aint talkin cash, dont say shit
In the VIP we champagne-spray shit
Im in the club lookin like a bank statement
If you talkin cash, I can make arrangement
Walked in the club, aint pay shit
Broke niggas hate, cause they aint shit
Im gettin to the cash pockets on payment
If you talkin money, I can make arrangement
Cody