Cocky

Lyrics

What
Yeah
What’s going on
Yeah I’m gonna hit the party

I’m back at it again
I’m feeling cocky
Hating on me
Don’t want no friends

I fell in love with money
Tryna make me some M’s
Showing love to all my brother
It won’t hurt in the end

Yeah work hard
Play hard
You just gotta hustle tryna make more
You and I us together we can take all

And every dog going to have his day
Just got to wait for
Yeah work hard
Play hard

You just gotta hustle tryna make more
You and I us together we can take all
And every dog going to have his day
Just got to wait for

Yeah, boy we working hard
Like we’re back in the gym
Trying to do something that’s impossible
Like attacking the wind

I’m doing magic
Everytime I touching the pen
My little homie say he need some help
I reach out my hand

Put him in the right direction
He can make up some bands
Put him in the right direction
He can make up some biz

Show him how to make a little money
Stack up his M’s
If I’m the only one eating
Then we really aint friends

Yeah I’m gonna hit the party
I’m back at it again
I’m feeling cocky
Hating on me

Don’t want no friends
I fell in love the money
Tryna make me some M’s
Showing love to all my brothers

It won’t hurt in the end
Yeah work hard
Play hard
You just gotta hustle tryna make more

You and I us together we can take all
And every dog going to have his day
Just got to wait for
Yeah work hard

Play hard
You just gotta hustle tryna make more
You and I us together we can take all
And every dog going to have his day

Just got to wait for
Cocky
Haters be talking
Can’t let them stop me

Ocky eating the spinach right with the broccoli
Copy don’t say you got me
If you don’t got me
I be loving spinach with mami’s that call me papi

Lately they be keeping my swag
Just tryna copy
I'm gonna set the trend
Cause I’m knowing they gonna watch me

They be in their feelings
Their movement is by their heartbeat
Hundred miles per hour
I’m strap in just like a car seat

Well them sit down
You know we were to get down
Feeling like he lock in a cage
They let him out

Now he tryna make up some money
And buy a big house
So he can sip a little bit dirty
And going to chill out

Yeah I’m gonna hit the party
I’m back at it again
I’m feeling cocky
Hating on me

Don’t want no friends
I fell in love the money
Tryna make me some M’s
Showing love to all my brothers

It won’t hurt in the end
Yeah work hard
Play hard
You just gotta hustle tryna make more

You and I us together we can take all
And every dog going to have his day
Just got to wait for
Yeah work hard

Play hard
You just gotta hustle tryna make more
You and I us together we can take all
And every dog going to have his day

Just got to wait for
Put him in the right direction
He can make up some bands
Put him in the right direction

He can make up some biz