Cooped Up (ft Roddy Rich)

I’m about to pull up in six Bugatti’s
And I’ve been waiting so long
Now I got to resurface
You know, we bring the tops down
All that bread that we burning
‘Cause I’ve been feeling couped up
I’ve been fucking couped up

Yeah, I’m ‘bout the Bud Light, not the Bourbon
I’ma take the roof off the Suburbans
Tryna be your next guy, John
Till I started throwing up in your Birkin
Then I woke up in the morning
Police showed up at my door with a warrant
I remember flushing something down the toilet
Guess he gotta let me off with a warning
Slacks, that’ll cost you three stacks
Now you saving that check, why you taking my swag?
Can you give me that back
Gucci my, Miyagi
Louis Vuitton and Tommy
All of these things on my body, let’s party

I’m about to pull up in six Bugatti’s
And I’ve been waiting so long
Now I got to resurface
You know we bring the tops down
All that bread that we burning
‘Cause I’ve been feeling couped up
I’ve been fucking couped up

Shit, I’m ‘bout to pull up
Pull up, I’ma pull up
I pull up now, ayy
Got black minx all on the, woah, woah
Got yellow hoes popping
In every hood, they show us love
While we whipping in the spaceship
Got it out the pavement, now we getting payment
Everybody ‘round me getting money, it’s too contagious
Kept it solid now we-

I’m about to pull up in six Bugatti’s
And I’ve been waiting so long
Now I got to resurface
You know we bring the tops down
All that bread that we burning
‘Cause I’ve been feeling couped up
I’ve been fucking couped up