Cokewhite - GoldLink, 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 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

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