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The High Kings - Arrangement lyrics
[Gonage]
 I got yo bitch layin' naked 'cross the bed, no rosary
 Stackin' up this bread like a banker, just a fee
 She wanna refill, so I get that ho a B
 Niggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the fuck is he?"
 Bitch I'm mac gun, you can call me Cody B
 Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me
 White leather seats lookin' like coca leaf
 Everytime I crank up the woofer sittin' on a key
 I'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet
 Linen button-up like I'm walkin' round on the beach
 Blind hoes notice me, am I wearin' Trilla G?
 So they wanna come and talk to me like Jodice
 Smokin' in the morning, and when I go to sleep
 Blowin' presidential man I think they 'about to vote for me
 In event we party like a fret, no time machine
 If money ain't the couple dean mean polish lean
 [Hook]
 If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit
 In the VIP we champagne-spray shit
 I'm in the club lookin' like a bank statement
 If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement
 Walked in the club, ain't pay shit
 Broke niggas hate, caus' they ain't shit
 I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment
 If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement
 Cody
 [Childish Gambino]
 Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean etherThe High Kings - Arrangement - http://motolyrics.com/the-high-kings/arrangement-lyrics.html
 You don't know Childish, nigga me neither
 Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle House
 If it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to talk about
 Kennedy compound, my 20-room house
 So big my ex-girls ain't gotta move out
 If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit
 My bank account look like when little kids break shit
 Ooooooo, if I'm 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 want's my ten percent
 Porche brand new, passed 'em a cool hundred
 Yeah my girl 5'2", even her growth stunted
 It's the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped meal cards
 Now my meals free when I don't taste the fifth star
 We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge
 Meetin' with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe you
 It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' people get up on it
 A world star and I ain't have to have a nigga moment
 Flow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemic
 Never left that hard shit, a nigga's always constipated
 Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin' weight
 Flossin' hard, ice king, no more fittin' J
 Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome
 As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard Branson
 Shit talkers still talk, haters on my billboard
 Used to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboys
 So I counted, Black Kennedy this shit
 Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix
 Droppin' new shit and the haters get the splashback
 Don't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at









