Puff Daddy - Cocaine Lyrics

Money-Makin' Mitch
Yeah, you pressin' record?
Yeah, 'cause shit I said they gon' remember forever
Ay, yo Mom, I told you I was gon' be somebody
I told you I was gon' be somebody ( C-notes)
Yea, shoutout to my daddy
Yea, man, ay, yo, this one's for you, pops
Check it out

Cocaine on the table, I wasn't always able
I watch these nigs get rich all in these fucking fables
They like to cook the numbers, we don't cook the numbers
We just want the summer, you can have that woman

These niggas really out here tripping, man
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face
Cop another Q, cop another cool
(Yeah, let's go)
My niggas from Jamaica, know that shit for true
(Blood, fire)
(Blow, blow, blow)
Crazy out my mind, crazy out my mind
Yo bitches on my line, I'm tryna find some time
These niggas really out here trippin', man
I can't feel my face
I can't feel my face

That pack jumpin', those fiends comin'
That line all down the block
(That mean that soft comin', that beam comin')
(Them diamonds floodin' my watch)
That pack jumpin', them fiends comin'
That line all down the block
(That mean that soft comin', that beam comin')
(Them diamonds floodin' my watch)
On, on, on any block
On, on, on any block
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