Coke White / Moscow

[Part I: Coke White] [Intro: 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 [Verse 1: Pusha T] 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) [Chorus] 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 [Part II: Moscow] [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2: GoldLink] 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) [Interlude: Project Pat] 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 [Verse 3: GoldLink] 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 [Outro: GoldLink] Yeah IFFY FM