cocoa (Explicit) - Baby Keem/Don Toliver

Lyrics by：Hykeem Carter/Caleb Zackery Toliver/Jahaan Akil Sweet/Ruchaun Akers

Composed by：Hykeem Carter/Caleb Zackery Toliver/Jahaan Akil Sweet/Ruchaun Akers

Sit down and drink some champagne with me and let me rap

Baby Keem：

I'm balling with my friends

Staring at the money in a trance

Lil' baby can I be your mans

I might have to buy her OnlyFans

Huh

She gave me p***y as just friends

I feel like nothing but a middleman

I'm done baby I can't be your friend

You might give the p***y to my mans

Huh

Ugh you toxic

Ah-ha-ha-ha you toxic

You wanna stay

Don't stay late

Do you not like your house

Hate your place

Vroom vroom vroom vroom

Spent half a mil' on Grandma house and then I zoomed

Got way more money than my peers you would assume

In competition with myself I cannot lose

What we gon' eat

I don't do Nobu baby that's him not me

We f**k wakе up you go we go too

London we up the top floor еatin' soul food

I don't wanna eat nothin' else

It's new I wanna see your room

It's new I wanna fix your wounds

It's new b***h I'ma ha ooh

I'm balling with my friends

Hee-hee

Staring at the money in a trance

Hee-hee

Lil' baby can I be your mans

Hee-hee

I might have to buy her OnlyFans

Hee-hee

Huh

She gave me p***y as just friends

I feel like nothing but a middleman

I'm done baby I can't be your friend

You might give the p***y to my mans

Don Toliver/Baby Keem：

I love to spend it she coppin' levitators

Uh-huh

I took her out to eat I took her out to Denny's

She always call me plenty drunky-drunky off the Remy

Uh-huh

Sometimes no callback and Donny tooked off on the Henny

I'm touchin' down in your city just to get it litty

Uh-huh

Better check the bar when we in the strip we throwin' fifty

Go yeah

Do not be the Ghost you can't get too close

Nah

Shawty be doin' the most

Ooh

One hand better ride that roll

Xannies got me goin' down put me in my mode

I just ate lil' baby up shawty taste like cocoa

Ten feet down deep then I'm here and gone

Cocoa

Got the beater out the sheets you couldn't keep her home

N***as pull up to the function whip I leave it on

Pull up

I leave it on

Told you that I pack a punch

Baby Keem：

I'm balling with my friends

Staring at the money in a trance

Lil' baby can I be your mans

I might have to buy her OnlyFans

Huh

She gave me p***y as just friends

I feel like nothing but a middleman

I'm done baby I can't be your friend

You might give the p***y to my mans

Two freaks in the club but they attitude trashy

Don't f**k with broke boys so the opps down bad

Baby Keem in the cut she know that's a hefty tag huh

I just put the whole 702 on my back

You ain't comin' home with us please don't you ask

I might throw a hundred ones please don't be mad

Tit-for-tat goin' back and forth is not my passion

Took a trip to Paris to post another caption

It's too much liquor I get it huh

Steakhouse takin' out eight-hundred-dollar dinners huh

Baby go ahead and grab that t-t-t-t-t-t-tease

Whew whew whew whew

Bruises on your knees

Whew whew whew

While I'm drinkin' tea

Whew whew

She gettin' teed I hate when you tease

Don't try to hide your a*s we'll tag a picture on your back huh

If that p***y good there's a chance I get attached