Arrangement Lyrics - Royalty - Childish Gambino

[Featuring: Gonage] 

[Verse 1: Gonage] 

I got yo bitch layin' naked 'cross the bed, no rosary 

Stackin' up this bread like a banker, just a fee 

She wanna refill, so I get that ho a B 

Niggas on the sideline yellin' "Who the fuck is he?" 

Bitch I'm mac gun, you can call me Cody B 

Wardrobe overseas, passports all over me 

White leather seats lookin' like coca leaf 

Every 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 combo [?] 

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[Hook] 

If you ain't talkin' cash, don't say shit 

In the VIP 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 niggas hate, caus' they ain't shit 

I'm gettin' to the cash pockets on payment 

If you talkin' cash, I can make arrangement 

Cody 

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[Verse 2: Childish Gambino] 

Cody Bean Sr., pushin' mean ether 

You don't know Childish, nigga me neither 

Eastside Atlanta, flyest nigga in a 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 

My bank account look like when little kids break shit 

Ooooooo, if I'm breathin' I can handle it 

Watching 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's always constipated 

Got the change for my cousin on froze, no more movin' weight 

Flossin' hard, ice king, no more Finn and Jake 

Love or hate you gotta say the hype is something handsome 

As long as all of 'em bloggin' I'm living 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 

[Hook]