Let The Smokers Shine The Coupes
If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the groove
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
We sip Ace out the flutes
Chanel scarves out the roofs
If I never sold dope for you
Then you're 95 percent of who?
How forsaken are the rules?
I done paid for all of you's
The first 48's the clue
Your jail cells made for two
AMGs on auto cruise
The wrist singing autotune
The dope game destroyed my youth
Now Kim Jones Dior my suits
If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the groove
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
Cocoa leaf and potpourri's
Chains over Le Coq Sportif
Don't brag bricks to me
If they ain't tell you to bring your ski's
My Patek, hers petit
The triple play be E. Phillips
Bird feathers done made me chief
Whatever happened to black marquise?
Might buy your bitch a jeep
I can make you lose your sleep
You millionaires on just TV
Now make it make sense to me
If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the groove
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the groove
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
We sip Ace out the flutes
Chanel scarves out the roofs
If I never sold dope for you
Then you're 95 percent of who?
How forsaken are the rules?
I done paid for all of you's
The first 48's the clue
Your jail cells made for two
AMGs on auto cruise
The wrist singing autotune
The dope game destroyed my youth
Now Kim Jones Dior my suits
If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the groove
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
Cocoa leaf and potpourri's
Chains over Le Coq Sportif
Don't brag bricks to me
If they ain't tell you to bring your ski's
My Patek, hers petit
The triple play be E. Phillips
Bird feathers done made me chief
Whatever happened to black marquise?
Might buy your bitch a jeep
I can make you lose your sleep
You millionaires on just TV
Now make it make sense to me
If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the groove
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
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Writer(s): Raul Cubina, Mark Carl Stolinski Williams, Pharrell L. Williams, Terrence Thornton
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