: (feat. Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane) [Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2] All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Young Cash:] Yeah,
(feat. Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane) [Chorus:] Pure cocaine, pure cocaine [x2] All I ever served out in these streets is pure cocaine [Young Cash:] Yeah, I
these motherfuckers die whose runnin the streets i sell that cocaine cause in the the dope game, niggas'll die 'fore they go broke mayne another hustler makin' major cash
It's T.I.P niggaz beta not try me (Eve) B B Bitches tryna act slow m mad about my cash flow B B Bitches tryna act slow m mad about my cash (T.I.) I
air, to a Johnny Cash (?) Dance your way into heaven's gate Tip your own true love in the rain Leave her there where the saxaphones play Boy, you're young
: [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] No Credit, No Checks, Street Niggaz Want Cash When Ya Shoppin Wit Cha Folks Brang Ya Whole Damn Stash Got 2,000 Pounds But I
niggaz undressin Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young
cash dreams niggaz be slave I be brave spit like A.K.'s and S.K.'s close range niggaz see brains Millenium Thugs the name but now it's slash cocaine
knowledge, love a challenge gotta tope, andidote so playa told me to get it, ain't nothin but cash, up in here being spit [Chorus] Talking cash on it, talking cash
, you wanna make some dough? You got to have cash, I guess you know So she gave him a pack (and then he said) It's cocaine, not lemonhead So you're standin
s T.I.P niggaz beta not try me (Eve) B B Bitches tryna act slow m mad about my cash flow B B Bitches tryna act slow m mad about my cash (T.I.) I I
like it's 1984 got so much cash Bill Gates could kiss my ass (yeah) I'm such a player they call me Juan Pierre been ballin' since my younger years like
niggers, cause i see you blue in the face, yeah, bitch i see you lose to the case! bitch ass nigger, you just not catching enough cocaine, it?s sod money
in a ambulance with the sirens off, in the Benz whippin off Let my little young'ns take the tires off Real hip-hop (snitches get dropped) Cocaine, get
on my tongue Violence is young, wild as they come Catch me in Harlem World smokin silence wit sons, what Aiyyo cats wanna talk trash, yo I talk cash And
Im into carrots like Bugs Bunny Young Brisco, da New Cash Money [Lil Wayne:] (Waaah) Reportin live from da booth, Im killin these bitches, Young Wayne
remain Use the left lane man cook up the cocaine Dudes a lil game and get her to do brain That boy Weezy is a bad mother-feezy Me and Young Jazze at the