Cocoa Lyrics - Baby Keem | Don Toliver

Sit down and drink some champagne
With me and let me rap

I’m balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans?
I might have to buy her onlyfans
Huh? She gave me pu**y as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pu**y to my mans

Huh? Ugh, you toxic
Ah-ha-ha-ha, you toxic
You wanna stay? Don’t stay late
Do you not like your house?
Hate your place?
Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom

Spent half a mil’ on grandma house and then I zoomed
Got way more money than my peers, you would a$$ume
In competition with myself, I cannot lose
What we gone eat?
I don’t do nobu, baby, that’s him, not me
We f**k, wakе up, you go, we go too
London, we up, the top floor, еating soul food
I don’t wanna eat nothing else
It’s new, I wanna see your room
It’s new, I wanna fix your wounds
It’s new, bi**h, I’ma, ha, ooh

I’m balling with my friends (hee-hee)
Staring at the money in a trance (hee-hee)
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans? (hee-hee)
I might have to buy her onlyfans (hee-hee)
Huh? She gave me pu**y as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pu**y to my mans

I love to spend it, she coppin’ levitators

I took her out to eat, I took her out to denny’s
She always call me plenty, drunky-drunky off the remy
Sometimes no callback and donny tooked off on the henny
I’m touchin’ down in your city just to get it litty
Better check the bar when we in the strip, we throwin’ fifty
Do not be the ghost, you can’t get too close (nah)
Shawty be doing the most (ooh), one hand better ride that roll
Xannies got me going down, put me in my mode
I just ate lil’ baby up, shawty taste like cocoa
Ten feet, down deep, then I’m hearin’ gone (cocoa)
Got the beater out the sheets, you couldn’t keep her home
Ni*gas pull up to the function, whip, I leave it on (pull up)
I leave it on, told you that I pack a punch

I’m balling with my friends
Staring at the money in a trance
Lil’ baby, can I be your mans?
I might have to buy her onlyfans
Huh? She gave me pu**y as just friends
I feel like nothing but a middleman
I’m done, baby, I can’t be your friend
You might give the pu**y to my mans

Two freaks in the club, but they attitude trashy
Don’t f**k with broke boys, so the opps down bad
Baby keem in the cut, she know that’s a hefty tag, huh
I just put the whole 702 on my back
You ain’t comin’ home with us, please, don’t you ask
I might throw a hundred ones, please, don’t be mad
Tit-for-tat, going back and forth is not my pa$$ion
Took a trip to paris to post another caption
It’s too much liquor, I get it, huh

Steakhouse, takin’ out, eight-hundred-dollar dinners, huh
Baby, go ahead and grab that, t-t-t-t-t-t-tease
Bruises on your knees
While I’m drinkin’ tea
She gettin’ teed, I hate when you tease
Don’t try to hide your a$$
We’ll tag a picture on your back, huh
If that pu**y good, there’s a chance I get attached