Firmly based in West Coast rap, South Central, LA native Cozz was born Cody… Read Full Bio ↴Firmly based in West Coast rap, South Central, LA native Cozz was born Cody Macc, a birth name that also became the title of his calling-card single. Cozz didn't start rapping until the beginning of 2013, but his honest style fit in with the rising popularity of "reality rap." Uploaded in early 2014, his introspective cut "Dreams" hit the Net hard and impressed rapper J. Cole, who signed Cozz to his Dreamville imprint. The track landed on Cozz's 2014 debut , Cozz & Effect, which also featured the Meez-produced single "Cody Macc." - David Jeffries, Rovi

Tabs
Cozz Lyrics

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I don't keep tabs on these bitches
I'm supposed to tap on these bitches
Won't give no crowns to these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot

I just don't care, don't call a cab
Don't have a care for these bitches
I don't give a damn if I had a van, I would still dance on these bitches
I don't give a damn I know your plan
I'm not a fan of these bitches
I know the plan of you bitches, you is just after the riches
So I do not care if it's dark or not
I'll leave yo ass 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, nigga
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'
Tryna hop up in my whip, I just got it for the low
I'm about to get some sip
So you hoes never know who be ridin' in my shit

I don't keep tabs on these bitches
I'm supposed to tap on these bitches
Won't give no crowns to these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
I don't keep tabs on these bitches
I'm supposed to tap on these bitches
Won't give no cash to these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot

I don't give a damn bout these bitches
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 bitches
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 nigga Cody got it locked down like a figure 4
More like figure 40
And them bitches know we don't fuck 'em slow
We don't finger shorty's, they already horny
You ain't fucking, that's a clever joke
I don't chase bitches, I fuck 8 bitches
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
Smoke a pound of dope and make it back easy
Never trust a nigga where I'm from a nigga love a nigga
Do him that greasy, for the love of money
Paint the streets red, don't dangle bread for the least fare
Cause all a nigga 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 bitches
I'm supposed to tap on these bitches
Won't give no crowns to these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
I don't keep tabs on these bitches
I'm supposed to tap on these bitches
Won't give no cash to these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
Won't call a cab for these bitches
I don't give a damn bout these bitches

I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot

Overall Meaning

The song "Tabs" by Cozz features his assertion that he does not keep tabs on women he sleeps with. He is not interested in giving them attention or affection and is only interested in satisfying his own desires. He raps that he won't give them any crowns or cash, and is not even willing to call them a cab after their time together. Cozz is aware that these women are primarily motivated by the desire for money and riches, and he considers them to be disposable.

Cozz's lyrics are aggressive and unapologetic, emphasizing his disregard for women as individuals separate from their sexual value to him. However, the song can also be seen as a commentary on the commodification of women in hip hop culture, and the ways in which women are often reduced to objects for male pleasure. Cozz's lyrics may be intentionally provocative, designed to bring attention to these issues and force his listeners to reflect on their own beliefs and behaviors.

Line by Line Meaning

I don't keep tabs on these bitches
I don't keep track of these women

I'm supposed to tap on these bitches
I'm supposed to hook up with these women

Won't give no crowns to these bitches
Won't spoil these women with gifts or rewards

I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
I'll leave you stranded in the parking lot

Won't call a cab for these bitches
Won't help these women out by calling them a ride

I don't give a damn bout these bitches
I don't care about these women

I just don't care, don't call a cab
I really don't care about these women and won't help them out

I don't give a damn if I had a van, I would still dance on these bitches
I really don't care about these women and would still use and hook up with them

I don't give a damn I know your plan
I don't care that I am aware of these women's intentions

So I do not care if it's dark or not I'll leave yo ass in the parking lot
I don't care if it's unsafe or dark outside, I'll still leave these women stranded in the parking lot

Got the Dr. Phil When I author shots, I'm like Dr. Phil I make her problems stop, let me cop a feel
I am good at giving advice and solving people's problems, and will try to make physical advances on women

Only my palms itchin'
I am eager and ready to make money

Y'all niggas know y'all broads trippin' Tryna hop up in my whip, I just got it for the low I'm about to get some sip So you hoes never know who be ridin' in my shit
These women are crazy for trying to get into my new car that I got for a good deal. I plan to drink and party in it, and these women will never know who will be in it next.

I'm too black to hail you a cab I can't ride the train with these bitches
I am not going to go out of my way to help these women by hailing them a cab or riding the train with them

And them bitches know we don't fuck 'em slow We don't finger shorty's, they already horny You ain't fucking, that's a clever joke I don't chase bitches, I fuck 8 bitches
These women are aware that I am not gentle during sex and won't waste time with foreplay, as they are already aroused. If you think I'm not having sex with anyone, that's a joke. I don't try hard to pursue women, I just sleep with many.

I just hustle, work and grind Cause all these niggas rather see me dead And all these hoes ain't worth a dime
I work hard to succeed as many people wish for my failure, and these women are not valuable to me.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Abbas Hamad, Joshua Morgan, Cody Rashad Osagie

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