Childish Gambino - Arrangement Lyrics
[Featuring: Gonage][Verse 1: Gonage]I got yo ***** layin' ***** 'cross the bed, no rosaryStackin' up this bread like a banker, just a feeShe wanna refill, so I get that ho a BNiggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the ***** is he?"***** I'm mac gun, you can call me Cody BWardrobe overseas, passports all over meWhite leather seats lookin' like coca leafEvery time I crank up the woofer sittin' on a keyI'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my feetLinen button-up like I'm walkin' round on the beachBlind hoes notice me in my Range Rover JeepSo they wanna come and talk to me like JodeciSmokin' in the morning, and when I go to sleepBlowin' presidential man I think they 'about to vote for meAny event we party like a frat, no toga sheetIf money ain't the combo [?][Hook]If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shitIn the VIP we champagne-spray shitI'm in the club lookin' like a bank statementIf you talkin' cash, I can make arrangementWalked in the club, ain't pay shitBroke niggas hate, caus' they ain't shitI'm gettin' to the cash pockets on paymentIf you talkin' cash, I can make arrangementCody[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean etherYou don't know Childish, nigga me neitherEastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a Waffle HouseIf it ain't money, man, we ain't got shit to talk aboutKennedy compound, my 20-room houseSo big my ex-girls ain't gotta move outIf you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shitMy bank account look like when little kids break shitOoooooo, if I'm breathin' I can handle itWatching all my dreams get together like an ampersandBlueprint the new shit, mixtape managementShow these dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percentPorsche brand new, passed 'em a cool hundredYeah my girl 5'2", even her growth stuntedIt's the nigga y'all knew back when I flipped meal cardsNow my meals free when I don't taste the fifth starWe can make arrangements, old money CambridgeMeetin' with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe youIt's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin' people get up on itOn Worldstar and I ain't have to have a nigga momentFlow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemicNever left that hard shit, a nigga's always constipatedGot the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin' weightFlossin' hard, ice king, no more Finn and JakeLove or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsomeAs long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living Richard BransonShit talkers still talk, haters on my billboardUsed to take the Q home, now I hang with schoolboysSo iconic, Black Kennedy this shitMan I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fixDroppin' new shit and the haters get the splashbackDon't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at[Hook]
