Lyrics Cocaine Money by Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane:
Ride foreign
Rims burnt orange
Riding down town
White folks just staring
Not caring, I'm just toking
Car standing still but the wheels still going
I'm flexing, '08 Lexus
So much ice you would think I'm Wayne Gretzky
2 toasters, 3 to 4 necklace
All red Lamb, but your girl just missed it
She thirsty, bubble Kush musty
Rap game easy and the dope game sheisty
Not like me, n***a, I'm icy

The f**k boys hate me but the dope boys like me. [x4]

Papa Duck:
We getting cocaine money (cocaine money) [x4]
Yeahhh

Quack quack, f**k n***a, I'm back
Hit the club with about 7, 8 sacks
I gotta couple ouncеs left
Wanna buy you one?
Well, comе by yourself cause I don't f**k with your homeboy
Big choke round my neck, I don't tuck it in
Takin mine, f**k boy betta think again
Haitian boys getting money
You don't see them flags?
Talk sh*t, run down on your pu**y ass
Just lost a grand in the crap game
But I'll get it back thanks to that cocaine
Good gator gotta lotta n***as eating, boy
I'm getting money, that's the mothaf**king reason why
Gucci Mane:
The f*ck boys hate me but the dope boys like me [x4]

Papa Duck:
We getting cocaine money (cocaine money) [x4]

I been selling cocaine since I was 17
Think I'm bullsh*tting?
Then go and ask my auntie
Had them basers coming, knocking on my mama's door
3, 4 in the morning
Looking for that coke
Black shirt, black d**kies, black Reeboks;
That's dopeboy gear where I come from
In Palm Beach I was getting money by the Barbizon
On Broadway, right cross the street from the Marathon
All in the Flea Market with that big fire
Pants hanging off my ass when I'm walking by
You ain't snitch on them boys?
You a damn lie
Off rip and that's the mothaf**king reason why

Gucci Mane:
The f*ck boys hate me but the dope boys like me [x4]
Papa Duck:
We getting cocaine money (cocaine money) [x4]