GoldLink, Pusha T - Coke White / Moscow lyrics

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 pussy boys
If I say it, you can see it
We don't need no toys, 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 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 pussy 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 pussy boys
We don't need no toys, y'all some pussy boys
Uh

Yeah
Nigga 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
Nigga take it on the chin
Rick Rubin let me in
Saw me sitting on the bench
Tunji 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 nigga, yet I'm bold hearted
Always remember where it all started
Niggas thinkin' it was easy
Money 'til we came
Into it and we made a market
Made selfmade millions
Rap hero turned villain
RCA made a monster, new coat crocodilian
Do the 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 packing, never slacking
Bitch, killer, killer
Mr pistol packing, never
Slacking, bitch, killer, killer
Mr pistol packing, never
Slacking, bitch, killer, killer
Mr pistol packing, never
Slacking, bitch, killer, killer

Big gun, big gun, nigga
Should've never let us in
Shawty let me brought a friend
Should've never brought a friend
Would I hit 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 niggas like I do
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 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 iFFY FM