Rows full of gold
She drove in the snow
Murder she wrote
Yeah
Cocaine is a hell of a drug
Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
She had Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
Ask me if my watch real
What the f#ck you think
Ask me if my chain real
What the f#ck you think
Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
She had Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
Ask me if my watch real
What the f#ck you think
Ask me if my chain real
What the f#ck you think
Smoking something stank ooh
Getting to that bank ooh
Making major bank moves
Show me what that brain do
She asking for a bump
She begging us to f#ck
My gang is Gucci b#tch
This ain’t no Lil’ Pump
Big Pimpin’ in this b#tch like I’m Biggie Poppa
If the b#tch don’t wanna f#ck she could see a doctor
In my wood I roll an eighth only smoking Choppas
Got a Guru everywhere shout out Blarry Lobster
Catch a Uber everywhere them police cannot find us
I told Brody tuck that sh#t them blue and reds behind us
Then he hit 120 said they’ll never catch up
Told me JayReed you gon’ make it they could never match up
Then she offered me a line but I ain’t into that stuff
Then she asked me ’bout my chain and why I never keep it tucked
‘Cause I know them n#gg#s p#ss# and I never gave a f#ck
I’m just tryna wash my hands but you too busy cleaning up
Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
She had Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
Ask me if my watch real
What the f#ck you think
Ask me if my chain real
What the f#ck you think
Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
She had Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
Ask me if my watch real
What the f#ck you think
Ask me if my chain real
What the f#ck you think
Rows full of gold
She drove in the snow
Murder she wrote
Yeah
She got the water
Tight like a virgin but she not Madonna
Fur on my coat if we talking designer
Bad lil’ b#tch she got Fendi and Prada
Stacking these commas
Where is your b#tch he can’t find her
She wanna kick in like Ronda
She throw it back and rewind it
We Making hits and we f#ck up the climate
Spitter-Designer
I’m on top of my game I’m feeling like nothing can stop me
She sniffing the cane she walking around like a zombie
Ain’t nothing the same they looking for someone to copy
Remember them days I was hungry
Now All of these b#tches they on me
Started watching figures in my bank account grow
They gon’ take a picture if your #ss would drown slow
I’m collecting money a youngin’ passed go
She smell like bad decisions Coca in that bando
You could be a star if I let you
Damn it’s kind of hard to respect you
She gon’ go hard for that menu
Come and show me what that back and that neck do
Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
She had Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
Ask me if my watch real
What the f#ck you think
Ask me if my chain real
What the f#ck you think
Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
She had Cocaine Dreams in the kitchen sink
Ask me if my watch real
What the f#ck you think
Ask me if my chain real
What the f#ck you think
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Lorenzo The Gawd Lyrics – Coke Dreams