Cocaine Lorraine (feat. Fifty9th)

Before we make it back, we gotta make it first Bitch, get off your ass, finna be late for work Like some make up the way I'm in her purse She don't even f*ck, she get paid to flirt She out here lookin' for a trick, like it's April 1st Before I let you love me, bitch, you gotta pay me first Don't try bein' a plug, cause it ain't gon work Before I sell a stranger drugs, I make him take it first I'm tryna put him on a shirt, like I'm makin merch Nigga, hit him where it hurts, send him to a nurse Nigga, put him in the dirt, make him need a hearse I stay ready for a skit, I ain't gotta rehearse And I hope these niggas trip, cause it only gets worse I'm finna roll up all my Opps, that's my private reserve And the day that I get popped, is the day they gon' purge And the bitch call me pop, like she play for the Spurs We be blowing Money like it ain't a thang Every day I go get it, so I can't complain The titty club on a Sunday and make it rain On a thick yellow bitch, cocaine Lorraine Rollie bust, down, it's a day-to-date I just curved a bad bitch, cause my paper straight Everything heavy set, you ain't make the weight I get to pullin' strings, like I play the bass Nigga, all my bitch's tens, that's a hunnid each All these p's in the spot, but I ain't from the east These hoes'll be gone, give me another week If you tryna be my bitch, let my brother beat Yeah, my heart cold, but the seats in the whip heated Up a dub in all dubs, got his bitch cheatin' I know she wanna f*ck bad, she keep stripteasing I up a roll, then she touch her toes She get to sliding up the pole, then she drop it low Yeah, I showed her my wrist, and she caught a cold I ain't know this was your bitch, she out of pocket, bro I tossed her a bag, cause she thick If I throw another rack, I'ma hit You will probably spend your last on this bitch Yeah, you know I keep some gas for the trip Nigga, we be blowin' money like it ain't a thang Every day I go get it, so I can't complain The titty club on a Sunday and make it rain On a thick, yellow bitch, cocaine Lorraine Rollie bust down this a day-to-date I just curved a bad bitch, cause my paper straight Everything heavy set, you ain't make the weight I get to pullin' strings like I play the bass Nigga