Cokewhite (feat. Pusha T)

Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
 Millionaire drug dealer raps
 Uh, yeah, you leave me no choice
 Show and tell
 We don't need no toys, y'all some, y'all some boys
 If I say it, you can see it
 We don't need no toys, y'all some, y'all some boys, uh
 Push
 Coke white Spyder, coke white Rover
 Coke white, coke white, no bakin' soda
 Park a half a million on the curb just to show ya
 You can be the mayor when the whole city owe ya
 We 'bout it, 'bout it like them No Limit Soldiers
 This ice cream, man, kilos go for lower
 The luggage is the new collab' duffle by Rimowa
 The leather shoulder straps makes it easier for chauffeurs
 The PJ's for six, you better hope one is not your
 And drug dealers never been her niche
 We compare wrists by the watch complication
 We compare rich by who's more ostentatious
 Diamonds lined up make a star constellation
 And never talk numbers via phone conversations
 I mix and match 'em, platinum and gold links
 A perfect combination like when Pusha and Gold link
 (Pusha and Gold link)
 Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
 Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice
 We don't need no toys, y'all some pussy boys
 We don't need no toys, y'all some, y'all some boys, uh
 Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
 Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice
 We don't need no toys, y'all some, y'all some boys
 We don't need no toys, y'all some, y'all some boys, uh
 Yeah
 turned 24, I ain't pulled up in a Ghost
 Lamborghini Centenario LP-700, you ain't know
 I done seen so many come, I done seen so many go
 Pistol packing,
 then I started trapping, then I started rapping, then I blowed
 take it on the chin, Rick Rubin let me in
 Saw me sitting on the bench, turned ya, told him put me in
 Now I'm giving buckets out,
 figure word of mouth, think I'm from the South
 Now I'm getting batline calls from the women that you dream about
 Cold, yet I'm bull-hearted
 Always remember where it all started
 thinkin' it was easy money 'til
 we came into it and we made a market
 Made selfmade millions, rap hero turned to villain
 RCA made a monster, new coat crocodilian
 Do this all for the kids, show these little motherfs how we living
 Real drug dealer, trappin' out apartment buildings
 Goddamn, what a time, what a time, what a ride
 Heard it only gets better, even better, more time
 Goddamn, what a time (Yeah)
 Pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
 Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
 Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
 Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
 Big gun, big gun, should've never let us in
 Shawty let me brought a friend, should've never brought a friend
 Would I both teams? Hmm, that kind of all depends
 'Cause money be the motive, money be my girlfriend
 I'm committed to the movement, you committed to the wave
 Yeah, I know it get you paid, but why you tatted on your face?
 All season, every year, we the ones they want to fear
 Killing like I do, killing or my peers
 I don't give a, I just run amuck
 I reiterate, I just want the bucks
 I just want the, I ain't talkin'
 Big fat bed, not a flatbed
 Want the simple things, kind of stripper things
 That's on thicker things, late at night things
 Real vibe thing, in the night with it
 When I hit it, girl, all night with it
 Goddamn, what a time
 Yeah
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