Coke, Money, Booze, & Hoes
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
We'll go hard until they send us home
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
I got coke, money, booze, and hoes
I got a dude who rolls my blunts, on the bankroll
And I be doin' crazy stunts when I fuck bros
They're like, "fuck, bro," i'm like, "yeah, I know"
I'm like, walkin' 'round like a bad bitch barbie
A pretty face with a real thick body
I'm stealin' eyes whеn I walk in the party
Tell 'em put on somе cardi, pretty soon, everybody's like
"ayy, noah's fuckin' it up," and they're like
"ayy, tell me, where are the drugs," and i'm like
"ayy, i got 'em out in the truck
You know a bitch got enough, so everybody get fucked"
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes (i got coke and)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes (i got booze and)
We'll go hard until they send us home (we ain't goin' home)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
Listen
The mirror, the crowd, the house, the plane, the island
I'll have it all once y'all catch on to my shit
Rome wasn't built in a day
But i don't plan to fall once i arrive, yeah
I'ma sit back while i watch my money grow (grow)
I'm a icon, gotta let these bitches know (know)
If you ain't fuckin' with me, there's a lot
I'm a genius on the low, get into my flow
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes (i got coke and)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes (i got booze and)
We'll go hard until they send us home (we ain't goin' home)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
Listen, hold my cash flow like a river
Just like the, I bet my booty gettin' bigger
Don't need to play the game to know that i'm the winner
I got the snow, call me anna 'cause it's winter (winter, winter, ah)
My shit's so wet, I could baptize these bitches (wet, wet)
I am the shit, you should come clean the dishes (come clean)
He rubbed my ass so I gave him three wishes
And he wished for noah to replace his misses (take me home)
Hey, 'cause don't you know I mean the business (yeah)
Of gettin' what i want, you know I never misses (nah)
'cause I got perfect aim (uh-huh), i got
And i'ma cock my shit 'til all you bitches know my name (yeah, uh)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
We'll go hard until they send us home
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
I got coke, money, booze, and hoes
I got a dude who rolls my blunts, on the bankroll
And I be doin' crazy stunts when I fuck bros
They're like, "fuck, bro," i'm like, "yeah, I know"
I'm like, walkin' 'round like a bad bitch barbie
A pretty face with a real thick body
I'm stealin' eyes whеn I walk in the party
Tell 'em put on somе cardi, pretty soon, everybody's like
"ayy, noah's fuckin' it up," and they're like
"ayy, tell me, where are the drugs," and i'm like
"ayy, i got 'em out in the truck
You know a bitch got enough, so everybody get fucked"
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes (i got coke and)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes (i got booze and)
We'll go hard until they send us home (we ain't goin' home)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
Listen
The mirror, the crowd, the house, the plane, the island
I'll have it all once y'all catch on to my shit
Rome wasn't built in a day
But i don't plan to fall once i arrive, yeah
I'ma sit back while i watch my money grow (grow)
I'm a icon, gotta let these bitches know (know)
If you ain't fuckin' with me, there's a lot
I'm a genius on the low, get into my flow
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes (i got coke and)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes (i got booze and)
We'll go hard until they send us home (we ain't goin' home)
Coke, money, booze, and hoes, booze, and hoes
Listen, hold my cash flow like a river
Just like the, I bet my booty gettin' bigger
Don't need to play the game to know that i'm the winner
I got the snow, call me anna 'cause it's winter (winter, winter, ah)
My shit's so wet, I could baptize these bitches (wet, wet)
I am the shit, you should come clean the dishes (come clean)
He rubbed my ass so I gave him three wishes
And he wished for noah to replace his misses (take me home)
Hey, 'cause don't you know I mean the business (yeah)
Of gettin' what i want, you know I never misses (nah)
'cause I got perfect aim (uh-huh), i got
And i'ma cock my shit 'til all you bitches know my name (yeah, uh)
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Armstrong, Noah Davis
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