COD 45 - Intellectual

[Intro]

Grr

Cod 45, could come out and I'll still never team up

A w— A wife and the gwop, I don't need much

Broke niggas chatting greaze, tell 'em ease up

The only money that they got was from a prenup

Cold weather, step out the town with my ski gloves

Light his skin coming like he Ski Mask the Slump God

Gmail the clip how it leave a nigga logged off

Pull up to the crib had to take the baddies top off

If you ain't making no money, shut the fuck up

Broke arrogance, I tell a nigga bog off

Rich made, made 6K in my levi's

5-o-1 with my money, never knee height

Broke days, I was catting for a P5

Rock a show, five quid, then I get a P5

With my niggas kicking ball, they call me the dream team

Better still developing like FIFA 16

I was broke now all my money mainstream

Ain't hard to take me in like a baileys

Bailiffs at my door, you ain't getting nothing

Prolly like a pack, but I'll leave your nose running

I just hit a lick, made twenty grand quick

Money long like bananas, that shit never splits

Went America, these niggas keep talking 'bout jit

Man I blew from before, I don't know about crips