Lyrics Cocaine - Gucci Mane

Cocaine

Gucci, gucci.
who dat is?
Yeah.
haha.
okay.
It’s yo boy papa duck nigga.
Ay.
aight.
It’s yo boy papa duck nigga.
Ay.
aight.
This is for all my dopeboys,
All my niggas in the streets gettin this motherfuckin cocaine money.
It’s yo boy papa duck.
Ay gucci mane, tell em what we doin, my nigga.
Niggas riding foreign
Rims burnt orange
Ridin down town white folks just starin
Not carin
I’m just talkin
Car standin still but the wheels still goin.
I’m flexin
08 lexis
So much ice you would think I’m -.
2 toasters 3 to 4 necklace,
All real out but your girl just missed it.
She thirsty, bubble kush musty.
Rap game easy and the dope game shisty.
Not like me, nigga, I’m icey.
The fuck boys hate me but the dope boys like me.
We getting cocaine money (cocaine money)
Yeahhh.
Quack quack, fuck nigga, I’m back.
Hit the club with about 7, 8 sacks.
I gotta couple ounces left,
Wanna buy you one?
Well, come by yourself cause I don’t fuck with your homeboy.
Big choke round my neck, I don’t tuck it in.
Takin mine, fuck boy betta think again.
Patient boys getting money,
You don’t see them flash,
Talk shit, run down on your pussy ass.
Just lost a grand in the crack game,
But I’ll get it back thanks to that cocaine.
Good gator gotta lotta niggas eating, boy.
I’m gettin money, that’s the muthafuckin reason why.
The fuck boys hate me but the dope boys like me
We getting cocaine money (cocaine money)
I been selling cocaine since I was 17.
Think I’m bullshitting?
Then go and ask my auntie.
Had them gangstas coming, knocking on my mama’s door.
3, 4 in the morning,
Looking for that coke
Black shirt, black dickies, black reboks;
That’s dopeboy gear where I come from (nigga)
Always getting money by the
Right cross the street from that marithon.
hangin off my ass when I’m walkin by
You ain’t snitch on them boys?
You a damn lie.
And I’m ripped,
That’s the muthafuckin reason why.
The fuck boys hate me but the dope boys like me
We getting cocaine money (cocaine money)