Black Mail lyrics

[Intro]
(Coach me, Joey)
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin’, man)

[Chorus: Coach Joey]
I got so many b*tches, I could sell a few (I could sell a few)
If you ask me for some money, b*tch, I'm sellin' you (Get the f*ck on)
I’m a boss, I don't ask, n*gga, I'm tellin' you (Joey, on God)
Send that pape' when I ask or I'm blackmailin' you (On God)
I can pull up in a piece of sh*t and hit the baddest b*tch (I can)
I been gettin' money since two-oh-ten, you can ask my friends (What up, though?)
You can ask them n*ggas back then how a n*gga played it (Huh?)
Stayed down ’til I came up, why these n*ggas playin’? (sh*t)

[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
Now I'm pullin’ up in what the f*cks? (Yop), brand new bracelet, picked it up (Yeah)
Thirty pointers thanks to Hutch (Ah), I been countin' up so much (Swear)
I been chillin' for a minutе, huh? (Huh?), let me turn it up (Yeah)
I could'vе signed the whole city if I wanted to (No cap)
I done lost so much and got it back
Got a bad b*tch with her body snatched (Woo)
I’m ducked off where the money at
What you make a year, I could double that (I can double that lil' sh*t)
Ayy, I got two hundred for a rainy day (No cap)
Keep that yeah with that naw, it's 'bout to rain today
[Chorus: Coach Joey]
Look, huh, I got so many b*tches, I could sell a few (I could sell a few)
If you ask me for some money, b*tch, I'm sellin' you (Get the f*ck on)
I'm a boss, I don't ask, n*gga, I'm tellin' you (On God)
Send that pape' when I ask or I'm blackmailin' you (On God)
I can pull up in a piece of sh*t and hit the baddest b*tch (I can)
I been gettin' money since two-oh-ten, you can ask my friends (What up, though?)
You can ask them n*ggas back then how a n*gga played it (Huh?)
Stayed down 'til I came up, why these n*ggas playin'? (sh*t)

[Verse 2: Coach Joey]
I done made so many n*ggas rich and they done made me richer too
Every n*gga with me got some pape', they don't know who is who
Every n*gga with me got a chain, she don't know who to choose
Dracs inside, me and my guys, b*tches love the crew
b*tches love me 'cause I rap, so I f*ck 'em just for that
n*ggas ride around with n*ggas, sh*t, I ride around with straps
n*ggas hate me, that's a fact, got that b*tch head in my lap
Got two 40s like a drunk, say my name and they gon' come

[Chorus: Coach Joey]
Look, huh, I got so many b*tches, I could sell a few
If you ask me for some money, b*tch, I'm sellin' you
I'm a boss, I don't ask, n*gga, I'm tellin' you
Send that pape' when I ask or I'm blackmailin' you
I can pull up in a piece of sh*t and hit the baddest b*tch
I been gettin' money since two-oh-ten, you can ask my friends
You can ask them n*ggas back then how a n*gga played it
Stayed down 'til I came up, why these n*ggas playin'?