Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freeway
Freeway
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gamal Lewis
Gamal Lewis
Composer
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Composer
Terrence Rolle
Terrence Rolle
Composer
Leslie Pridgen
Leslie Pridgen
Composer
R. Waller
R. Waller
Composer
Luis Diaz
Luis Diaz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gamal Lewis
Gamal Lewis
Producer
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Producer
Terrence Rolle
Terrence Rolle
Producer
Lou Diaz
Lou Diaz
Producer
Vidal Davis
Vidal Davis
Mixing Engineer
R. Waller
R. Waller
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pulled up to the dealer to get my wheels right
Homie asked me what color I like
I want it cocaine white (That's right)
I want it cocaine white
He said, "Half a milli"
That's about right
Pulled out five cash, told him, "Shine it up nice" (That's right)
Long as it's cocaine white (That's right)
Cocaine white
[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah, the game's on and I've been here scorin'
I've been world tourin', I've been clear portin'
Get to the cash fast like I'm Flash Gordon
Sick bling, six rings like I'm Air Jordan
Before all the Phantoms, Beamers and Porches
We was pushin' Christine, we was less fortunate
The way rose from the bottom, the people oughta pay me
Fried rice tike, sugar water baby
From the hood, all my G's got felonies
They couldn't make it to the Army or the Navy
Real spit, I used to live a low paid life
That's why I need that whip cocaine white
[Verse 3]
Pulled up to the dealer to get my wheels right
Homie asked me what color I like
I want it cocaine white (That's right)
I want it cocaine white
He said, "Half a milli"
That's about right
Pulled out five cash, told him, "Shine it up nice" (That's right)
Long as it's cocaine white (That's right)
Cocaine white
[Verse 4]
This is business, never personal
Either they put you in park or they reversin' you
That cocaine white
Been tell you that them folks ain't right
Keep talkin' to the feds, they ain't post that right
I'm Eazy-E with the flamethrower
This song 'bout my moms, a cocaine grower
I'm on the box of Arm & Hammer though
Still a youngin's in charge, I let the hammer go
I keep bitches for the long runs
And I fuck 'em in two's and make 'em all cum
Grills mania, got 'em in Pennsylvania
For the low, one block roll for the gamey, bruh
[Verse 5]
Pulled up to the dealer to get my wheels right
(Northside, stand up)
Homie asked me what color I like
I want it cocaine white (That's right)
I want it cocaine white
He said, "Half a milli"
That's about right
Pulled out five cash, told him, "Shine it up nice" (That's right)
Long as it's cocaine white (That's right)
Cocaine white
[Verse 6]
Yeah, we was young bucks tryna get our bucks right
We was grindin', we was yawnin, we was up nice
Uh, graduated from the thug life
Need that foreign same color as Trump's wife
Presidential the wrist, homie, it's necessary
He legendary, it's detrimental to bet against him
Just know we got the weapon for ever is with him
White whip, white house, I just need a Lewinsky
Always great when I link with my people from Cali
Y'all **** got talent but we are the gifted
Free flow champagne I return it, I spit it
Penthouse, car lift, you know it's a ticket, ****
[Verse 7]
Pulled up to the dealer to get my wheels right
Homie asked me what color I like
I want it cocaine white (That's right)
I want it cocaine white
He said, "Half a milli"
That's about right
Pulled out five cash, told him, "Shine it up nice" (That's right)
Long as it's cocaine white (That's right)
Cocaine white
[Verse 8]
Not a wrinkle on my shirt (No, no)
Not a speck on my shoes (Uh-uh)
Do what I do (No)
Long as it's cocaine white (That's right)
Cocaine white
And not a wrinkle on my shirt (No, no)
Not a speck on my shoes (Uh-uh)
Do what I do (No)
Long as it's cocaine white (That's right)
'Cause we really 'bout that life
Written by: B. Diehl, G. Lewis, Joseph Cartagena, Leslie Pridgen, Luis Diaz, R. Waller, Terrance Williams Rolle
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