[Interviewer]
So Coca, tell me, With all the hype of the Jugg Rich series, how do you feel about being looked at as just a scammer to your listeners?
[Coca Vango]
It's Cold, Jugg Rich, n*gga!
[Verse 1]
I just ran off on yo plug for a 20 cause that boy a dub
The weed starts f*ckin with my chest so I start sippin' syrup
I got a billion b*tches, all my b*tches work my nerves
They always callin' me with gossip and the sh*t they heard
I'd rather finger f*ck these karats, finger f*ck your pus*y
Or finger f*ckin' Benjamin like every day (Yeah)
I f*ck this sack up and I get it back on every play
Big pistols, with designer belts around my waist
I'm that n*gga, babe
[Bridge]
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, just like I'm supposed to
If you ain't come inside that b*tch with me, my n*gga I don't know you
You ain't never did sh*t for me so how the f*ck I owe you
That b*tch you braggin' 'bout, you need to chill, that b*tch is old news
[Chorus]
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, b-ballin' on 'em
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, I'm ballin' on 'em (b-b-ballin')
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, b-ballin' on 'em
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, I be ballin' like I'm 'posed to
[Verse 2]
Ballin' just like T-Mac, I do magic with the classics
Dead fresh, you would think that I was sleeping in a casket
You can call me just like A.I., cuz I swear this sh*t get's tragic
Brush El Chapo with the beamer, make your b*tch head do gymnastics
Jugg Rich, worth a milli, all them bands we got were free
Bought your main b*tch a book and now the b*tch won't f*ck with me
I'm tryna buy my mom a foreign, watch her whip it like a king
Cuz you was thinkin' bout that charger, I was dreamin' bout that Bentley
Cuz I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, just like I'm supposed to
If you ain't talkin' money, motherf*cker I don't know you
Stop braggin' bout that b*tch, I swear that stupid b*tch is old news
Cuz I be ballin' on your b*tch ass, just like I'm supposed to
I be ballin' just like Michael in my Jordans
My main b*tch, and my side b*tch, yeah they gorgeous
Young n*gga like me tryna make the Forbes list
These broke ass n*ggas funny just like Tracey Morgan
[Bridge]
Cuz I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, just like I'm supposed to
If you ain't come inside that b*tch with me, my n*gga I don't know you
You ain't never did sh*t for me so how the f*ck I owe you
That b*tch you braggin' 'bout, you need to chill, that b*tch is old news
[Chorus]
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, b-ballin' on 'em
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, I'm ballin' on 'em (b-b-ballin')
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, b-ballin' on 'em
I be ballin' on that b*tch ass, ballin' like I'm 'posed to