Coke, white, cash, got me feelin' like Royce Millionaire drug dealer raps You don't need me, no choice Show and tell We don't need no toys If I say it, you can see it We don't need no toys Bunch Uh Coke, white, spider Coke, white, rover Coke, white, coke, white No baking 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 bought it, bought it like them no limit soldiers This ice cream, man, kilos go for lower The luggage is the new collab duffel by Ramoa 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 risks by the watch complication We compare rich by who's more ostentatious Diamonds line up, make a star constellation And never talk numbers via phone conversations I mix and match em, platinum and gold link It's the perfect combination like when pusher and gold link Gold Link Cash Nami feeling like Rice Baby R E Ya'll you need me no choice We don't need no tights YASSY buys in ment We don't need no tights YASSY buys in ment Gold, White, Cash Nami feeling like Rice Baby R E Ya'll you need me no choice We don't need no tights YASSY buys in ment We don't need no tights YASSY buys in ment This is Tyronn 24, I had pulled up in a Ghost Lamborghini Centineo LP 700 jointly I done seen so many come, I done seen so many go Pistol packin' then I started trappin' Then I started rappin' then I blowed Get second on the champ, Rick Rubin let me in Saw me sittin' on the bench, Tundra told him put me in Now I'm givin' buckets out, favorite world of mine I'm thinkin' from the south Now I'm gettin' badline calls from the women that you dream about Cold, yeah got a bold hearted Always remember where it all started Guess thinkin' it was easy money Till we came into it then we made a market Made self, made millions Rap here I'm turnin' villain RCA made a monster New code, crocodilian Do the song for the kids Show these lil' mothafuckas how we livin' Real drunk, did a * Trappin' out up on my buildings Goddamn what a time What a time, what a ride Heard it only gets better Even better more time Goddamn what a time Pistol packin' now I'm a slackin' Killer, killer, killer Pistol, pistol packin' now I'm a slackin' Killer, killer, killer Pistol, pistol packin' now I'm a slackin' Killer, killer, killer Pistol, pistol packin' now I'm a slackin' Killer, killer, killer Big gun, big gun Shoulda never let it sin Shawty let me borrow a friend Shoulda never brought a friend But I ain't both teams Mmm, that kinda 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 pain But why you tatted on your face? All season air, yeah We the ones they wanna feel Killin' niggas like I do Killin' niggas on my peers I don't give a * I just run the mug, I reiterate I just want the bugs I just want the niggas I ain't talkin' big fat bed Not a flatbed Want the simple things Kinda strippin' things That's on thicker things Late at night, things real vibe Thangin' at night with it When I hit a girl all night With a goddamn, what a time Yeah If he a fast