Coke White/Moscow

(Coke white cash got me fitted like Royce) Millionaire drug dealer raps (waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice) Show and tell (we don't need no choice) If I say it, you can see it (y'all some pussy boys) (We don't need no choice, y'all some pussy 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 bitch 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 fitted like Royce) (Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice) (We don't need no choice, y'all some pussy boys) (We don't need no choice, y'all some pussy boys, uh) (Coke white cash got me fitted like Royce) (Waiting, uh, um, yeah), you leave me no choice) (We don't need no choice y'all some pussy boys) (We don't need no choice y'all some pussy boys, uh) yeah Nigga turned twenty-four I ain't pulled up in a Ghost Lamborghinis and Dinero LP's, seven hundred, you ain't know I ain't seen so many come, I done seen so many go Pistol packing, then I started trapping, then I started rapping, then I blow Niggas take it on the chin, red ribbon let me in Saw me sitting on the bench, turned to him, told 'em put me in Now I'm giving buckets out, figured what I'm 'bout, think I'm from the South Now I'm getting bad line calls from the women that you dream about Cold nigga, yet I'm bull-hearted Always remember where it all started Niggas thinkin' it was easy money 'til we came into it and we made a market Made self, made millions, rap hero turned villain RCA made a monster, new coat crocodilian Do this song for the kids, show these little motherfuckers how we living Real drug dealer shit, 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 packin', never slackin, bitch killa, killa, pistol) (yeah, yeah) (Pistol packin', never slackin, bitch killa, killa, pistol) (yeah) (Pistol packin', never slackin, bitch killa, killa, pistol) (mmh yeah) (Pistol packin', never slackin, bitch killa, killa, pistol) (yeah, right) Big gun, big gun, nigga, shoulda never let us in Shawty love me, brought a friend, shoulda never brought a friend Would I hit both teams? Hmm, that kinda 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 that winter fear Killing niggas like a doom, killing niggas or my peers I don't give a fuck, I just run amuck I reiterate, I just want the bucks I just want the neck, I ain't talkin' head Big fat bed, not a flatbed Want the simple things, kind of stripper things That's some thicker things, let a night things Real vibe thing and that night when I, when I hit it girl all night With a, "Goddamn what a time", yeah (Iffy FM)