[Hook:]
I'm cool, I'm smooth
I was born to win so I'm never going to lose
And I could get any pretty girl I choose
Waking up the world, your career's on snooze
So cocky, but how could I not be
I'm so cocky, but how could I not be
Yeah I'm cocky but how could I not be
I make it look easy, balling is a hobby
[Verse: Cambatta]
Hold up you ain't even in my category
I'm the one they jocking, I'mma need to put a saddle on me
Now see I'm married to this beat, it's holy matrimony
After I kill it I'm collecting all of the alimony
Now listen, taking my buzz infinity and beyond
'Til I got the whole world in the center piece of my palm
Just to compliment the stone from Tiffany on my arms
So pretty much I'm the epitome of a don
Put my money on a seesaw it'll lift an elephant
Forty-twenty-fifty, is my girlfriend's measurements
Voted ten times, well we elected to president
Cause I am ten times the man that you have ever been
It's going down like Newton's law
I make lyricism fun and I hope I can influence ya'll
Oh, you a superstar? Prove it to me
Go get a deal with your computer off
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: Cambatta]
Look, one of a kind ish like unicorn crap
Boy I ain't playing with ya', give my uniform back
See you don't pay attention, you can't afford that
I'm usually not cocky, but I'm switching up my format
One for the money, and two for the money and
Three for the money, and four for the money
All I'm trying to say that it's all for the money
And I ain't doing this ish, unless you all for me, money
Look, I'm metro sexual, that means I'm running trains
That means your girls a hoe, and I'm the one to blame
That's because I'm running things, I'm the illest nothing's changed
You should get another lane, sick of all you fucking lames
I got a girlfriend, her name is Alize
I let you have her for the low like a matinee
I let you take her home, and you could have your way
Then she taking all your money, Sallie Mae
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Cambatta]
Listen, I'm a gun clapper
You're a fudge packer
I'm a rap artist
You're a club rapper
You playing catchup
[But your fear?] is I run faster
And I'm killing your buzz, bug zapper
And I just did the census, I count for two people
Me and my ego, feeling so regal
First round pick that nobody could predict, new Tim Tebow
Raps like China, everybody look the same
Ya'll took the game and made it tainted like a hooker's brain
Ya'll dancing niggas hope you jerk until your foot is sprained
Ya'll niggas lactose the proof is in the pudding man
So original, I'm really spitting heat
Rip the sickest beats and let it flood throughout your city streets
Floating to the top like I'm sipping fizzy [lifted/ing?] drinks
Walk into your bathroom, take a piss and never lift the seat
[Hook:]
I'm cool, I'm smooth
I was born to win so I'm never going to lose
And I could get any pretty girl I choose
Waking up the world, your career's on snooze
So cocky, but how could I not be
I'm so cocky, but how could I not be
Yeah I'm cocky but how could I not be
I make it look easy, balling is a hobby
[Verse: Cambatta]
Hold up you ain't even in my category
I'm the one they jocking, I'mma need to put a saddle on me
Now see I'm married to this beat, it's holy matrimony
After I kill it I'm collecting all of the alimony
Now listen, taking my buzz infinity and beyond
'Til I got the whole world in the center piece of my palm
Just to compliment the stone from Tiffany on my arms
So pretty much I'm the epitome of a don
Put my money on a seesaw it'll lift an elephant
Forty-twenty-fifty, is my girlfriend's measurements
Voted ten times, well we elected to president
Cause I am ten times the man that you have ever been
It's going down like Newton's law
I make lyricism fun and I hope I can influence ya'll
Oh, you a superstar? Prove it to me
Go get a deal with your computer off
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: Cambatta]
Look, one of a kind ish like unicorn crap
Boy I ain't playing with ya', give my uniform back
See you don't pay attention, you can't afford that
I'm usually not cocky, but I'm switching up my format
One for the money, and two for the money and
Three for the money, and four for the money
All I'm trying to say that it's all for the money
And I ain't doing this ish, unless you all for me, money
Look, I'm metro sexual, that means I'm running trains
That means your girls a hoe, and I'm the one to blame
That's because I'm running things, I'm the illest nothing's changed
You should get another lane, sick of all you fucking lames
I got a girlfriend, her name is Alize
I let you have her for the low like a matinee
I let you take her home, and you could have your way
Then she taking all your money, Sallie Mae
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Cambatta]
Listen, I'm a gun clapper
You're a fudge packer
I'm a rap artist
You're a club rapper
You playing catchup
[But your fear?] is I run faster
And I'm killing your buzz, bug zapper
And I just did the census, I count for two people
Me and my ego, feeling so regal
First round pick that nobody could predict, new Tim Tebow
Raps like China, everybody look the same
Ya'll took the game and made it tainted like a hooker's brain
Ya'll dancing niggas hope you jerk until your foot is sprained
Ya'll niggas lactose the proof is in the pudding man
So original, I'm really spitting heat
Rip the sickest beats and let it flood throughout your city streets
Floating to the top like I'm sipping fizzy [lifted/ing?] drinks
Walk into your bathroom, take a piss and never lift the seat
[Hook:]
( Cambatta )
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