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Tabs - Cozz/Bas

I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
I close the tab on these b**ches
Won't give no cash to these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
I just don't care don't call a cab
Don't have a care for these b**ches
I don't give a damn if I had a van
I would still dance on these b**ches
I don't give a damn I know your plan
I'm not a fan of these b**ches
I know the plan of you b**ches you is just after the riches
So I do not care if it's dark or not
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
So baby girl please do not talk a lot
Spark the pot take a drink yeah we got to rock
Got the Dr. Phil
When I author shots I'm like Dr. Phil
I make her problems stop let me cop a feel
When I was talking shots I meant liquor ni**a
Words get mixed up and the cops will kill
But nah for real you ain't gotta chill
You in college still pop a pill
Drink something then walk it off
8 miles ain't nothing to ya' like papa doc
I guess it is when you're off a lot
And your neck itch you're off a lot

Only my palms itchin'
Y'all niggas know y'all broads trippin'
Tenantry hop up in my whip I just got it for the low
I'm about to get some tint
So you hoes never know who be ridin' in my sh*t
I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
I close the tab on these b**ches
Won't give no cash to these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
I close the tab on these b**ches
Won't give no cash to these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I'm bout to close up the tab
I'm too black to hail you a cab
I can't ride the train with these b**ches

Cause bas a boss I eat Italian every day

Clear the scene and make it vacate
Kill the show and hit the road
Me and my ni**a Cody got it locked down like a figure 4
More like figure 40
And them b**ches know we don't f**k 'em slow
We don't finger shorty's they already horny
You ain't f**king that's a clever joke
I don't chase b**ches I f**k 8 b**ches
This past week I got really lucky on Wednesday
Just ask me I was backseat with two bad freaks
It was that easy liquor flow I got a henny
Smoke a pound of d**e and make it back easy
Never trust a ni**a where I'm from a ni**a love a ni**a
Do him that greasy for the love of money
Color money paint the streets red
Don't dangle bread for the least fare
Cause all a ni**a need is time

One dime that you fond of and you lined up
One time won't look twice your time's up
So I just hustle work and grind
Cause all these niggas rather see me dead
And all these hoes ain't worth a dime
For real combined

I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
I close the tab on these b**ches
Won't give no cash to these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
I don't keep tabs on these b**ches
I'm supposed to tap on these b**ches

Won't give no cash to these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I don't give a damn bout these b**ches
I'll leave yo a** in the parking lot