Racks - Iffat Cocaine lyrics

[Verse 2: Iffat Cocaine] Go so hard they call me a lineman Running to your b**h, and I have her doing lines then Tag on my wrist that's a shiny watch Tag on your toes, got sprayed by a Glock So many hoes, don't even know they names Models and strippers and hookers on pay Too much money, I had to move out New crib so big, won't ever have me shout Walk up in the club, this, b**hes call me papa Nutted in that b**h, now her kid call me papa I am not his father b**h you are a liar Slapped him on the head Now he call me Iffat YAYA