Gravy
Get coochie

Ay, fuck on a bitch and I lay up, lay up
Sent one text, that's a lay-up, lay-up
Tell these motherfuckers to pay up
Taking your cash I'm the mayor, I'm the mayor
Slidin' through cheeks, I'm a slayer
Ballin' like a Laker
Cook it up, cook it up, Gravy the baker
Get paper, bye bitch, later, ay
Everything catered
Thick-ass bitch that's my waiter

It's the only thing I dream about, vivid like a movie
You could say I'm all about gettin' to the cooties
When I wake up it's my mission, it's my duty
Gettin' to the paper and the bread and gettin' to the

Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
I get coochie, I get coochie
Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
I get coochie, I get

Mr. (yeah) Butter, he back in the house
Pussy be chasin' me, think I'm a mouse
Feel like Jerry and Tom's your spouse
Staying on my toes, think she's gon' pounce
Now she won't leave me alone
She a goddamn dog, I'm a goddamn bone
Need to get one of them little dog cones
You know them cone things dogs be wearin'?
Get up off my cahones
Six figure check not countin' the bonus
Big bread, can't keep focus
Smellin' like a bakery and I ain't even notice

It's the only thing I dream about, vivid like a movie
You could say I'm all about gettin' to the cooties
When I wake up it's my mission, it's my duty
Gettin' to the paper and the bread and the motehrfuckin'

Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
I get coochie, I get coochie
Coochie, coochie, coochie, coochie
I get coochie, I get coochie

Coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie
I get coochie, I get coochie
Coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie (yeah), coochie
I get coochie, I get (whoa)

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Writer(s): David Krabal, Dillon Francis, Matthew Engels, Matthew Hauri, Miguel V. Romero, Nicholas B. Seeley