Kevin Gates - Money Off Cocaine lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Money Off Cocaine lyrics

[Hook: Kevin Gates] Money off c**aine, make money off c**aine p**y rappers be talking about it but never seen it dope game Got it out the mud In the slum its dangerous Everybody around me on c**aine and angel dust I swear we even dogs who witnessed they be turning up If anybody play we blllbllbll and burn them up Caus they be be turning up, turning up, you could believe I'm turning up, now turn me up Everybody around me on c**aine and angel dust If anybody play we blllbllbll and burn them up Caus they be turning up [Verse 1: Yung Mazi] (Spanish) I keep drinking like a cooler 2, 2, 3 came with the cooler Now deebre, call Mezoter Check he added them calmers I see you, drama I see you, t-trauma Scared go to church My rolley is Obama Obama sweets, Obama seats I'm Obama to the streets I'm a samo with the heat My shooters, my k**er Can't wait to turn up Can't wait to count up Can't wait to turn up Got it out the mud Pouring up the mud Gotta catch me, gotta k** me f** the judge Rather count a mill n***a, f** the club Got the devil around me on angel dust Got Gates with me, Young Thug with me Your b**h with me, just a count up [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Thug] Thugga thugga baby Turn up, turn up Play, get bunked up Beeze up, run up My whole crew two gunners Mazi, big bruh Look at her Sherow, too good, damn, nerves Young thug you noise I got 80 chainz, I got two notes I'm on Miley Cyrus I have your notes And my best dressed n***a yea yea Got bricks like a motherf**ing project Got bricks like a motherf**ing yea yea All a n***a do is make profit And I'm smoking on the best n***a yea yea Chew 2000 make 3000 DK on a mother f**ing watcher DK got a f**ing pocket rocket DK not gon hesitate to pop it Promethazine I slowed up I'm poured up Your b**h wanna cut us, then I moe her [Hook] [Verse 3: Kevin Gates] Trust Picture Focus Rocking presidential rollers Back out the trap here come the cash I'm about to dash, my foreign fast Do the do the dance, want a Kardashian Hustle this fortuitous (Procepable?) in time with peace I'd rather die a solider Mix the yoda with the soda Coke and Toyota corollas My n***a head got bust open for a f** n***a My heart broken Big Sean know how I'm rolling Take one of mine and I'm going in Laysich had a baby in 16 days 'till I get that b**h I ain't going in Jetlag on my going in That's RT8 I'm blowing in Back up camera I hate to use I'm old school I'm know well I broke two bricks to show broke n***as and hoes gon start I approaching in If you try around me don't let me shake that b ecause if I come back it's over then [Hook]