Artist: Childish Gambino f/ Gonage Album: Royalty Song: Arrangement Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] This is "Royalty", bang bang [Gonage] I-I-I got yo' bitch layin naked 'cross the bed, no rosary Stackin up this bread like a baker, Josephine She want a refill so I gave that hoe a bean Niggaz on the sideline yellin, "Who the fuck is he?" Bitch I'm @Gonage, you can call me Codie B Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me White leather seats lookin like cocoa leaf E'ry time I crank up the woofer sittin on a key I'm Gucci buckled up, house note on my feet Linen button-up, like I'm walkin 'round on the beach Blind hoes notice me, in my Range Rover jeep So they wanna +Come and Talk to Me+ like Jodeci Smokin in the morning, and when I go to sleep Blowin presidential man I think they about to vote for me Any event we party like a frat, no toga sheet If money ain't the convo, they ain't even 'posed to speak [Chorus: Gonage] If you ain't talkin cash, don't say shit In the V.I.P. we champagne spray shit I'm in the club lookin like a bank statement If you talkin cash I can make arrangement Walked in the club, ain't pay shit Broke niggaz hate, cause they ain't shit I'm gettin to the cash, pockets on payment If you talkin money I can make arrangement Codie [Childish Gambino] Codie Beanz Sr., pushin mean ether You don't know Childish, nigga me neither~! Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a the Waffle House If it ain't money man we ain't got shit to talk about Kennedy compound, my 20-room house So big my ex-girls ain't gotta move out If you ain't talkin cash, don't say shit Bank account lookin like when little kids break shit "Oooooooh," if I'm breathin I can handle it Watchin all my dreams get together like an ampersand Blueprint the new shit, mixtape management Show these dummies how to do it, all I want's my ten percent Porsche brand new, passed 'em a cool hundred Yeah my girl 5'2", even her growth stunted It's the nigga y'all KNEW, back when I flipped meal cards Now my meals free when I don't taste the fifth star We can make arrangements, old money Cambridge Meetin with the moguls, make 'em richer and they owe you It's the kid you used to talk about, I'm watchin people get up on it On WorldStar and I ain't have to have a nigga moment Flow's always cold, keep the whole soul anemic Never left that hard shit, a nigga always constipated Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin weight Flossin-flossin hard, Ice King, no more Finn and Jake Love or hate you gotta say the hype is somethin handsome As long as all of 'em bloggin I'm livin Richard Branson Shit-talkers still talk, haters on my billboard Used to take the Q home, now I hang with +Schoolboys+ So iconic, Black Kennedy this shit Man I'm so ironic, man this ratchet need a fix Droppin new shit, and the haters get the splashback Don't be surprised when he ask you where the cash at [Chorus]