c*cky lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Racked up, stacked up n*gga
We getting checks n*gga, you feel me?
I can't even stress it no more n*gga
n*ggas ask me-
n*ggas ask me, you know what I'm saying? (I love GOLD!)
n*ggas ask me if you good, you know what I'm saying?
n*ggas ask me if you good
I tell a n*gga I can't remember the last time I was bad, you feel me?
Young rich n*gga for real, you feel me?
Count up my digits

[Verse 1]
Damn, ran up a sack now I don't know how to act
Walk with that check on my back (Lil Boat)
Damn, ran up a sack now I don't know how to act
Walk with that check on my back
Don't give a f*ck, that's a fact
Pin my name to the game with a tack
Oh-ohh, n*ggas be scary like cats
n*ggas be snitchin' like rats
Boot to his face like a motherf*ckin' doormat
Yeah, yea-ah, f*ck that b*tch till I break her lil' back
Stupid lil' b*tch tried to ask for a stack
Send her on her way, we do not do that
Confidence levels so high (high)
So high in the sky (higher than the sky)
[Hook]
No one is better than me (no)
No one is better than me (no, no, no, no)
No one is better than me (no, no, no, no)
No one is better than me (no, no, no, noo)
No one is better than me (no, no, no, noo)
No one is better than me, no, no (no, no, no, no)
No one is better than me (no, no, noo)
No one is better than me (no, no, no, noo)
No one is better than me (no, no, no)
No one is better than me, no, no (Lil Boat)

[Verse 2]
Real motherf*cker, I'm with it (Lil Boat)
I count up my digits, got too many b*tches
b*tches don't mean sh*t to me, these b*tches be history
n*ggas be fightin' they homie over pus*y that sh*t so sick to me
Spit a 12 just for 20 thousand that's like flickin' your wrist to me..