Pusha T - Coke White/Moscow
Overige artiesten: GoldLink

(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)

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