Let The Smokers Shine The Coupes

If money is the evil root Let the smokers shine the coupes Rich bitches that love the boost I'm just here to find the truth If kilograms is the groove I done sold the golden goose I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss We sip Ace out the flutes Chanel scarves out the roofs If I never sold dope for you Then you're 95 percent of who? How forsaken are the rules? I done paid for all of you's The first 48's the clue Your jail cells made for two AMGs on auto cruise The wrist singing autotune The dope game destroyed my youth Now Kim Jones Dior my suits If money is the evil root Let the smokers shine the coupes Rich bitches that love the boost I'm just here to find the truth If kilograms is the groove I done sold the golden goose I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss Cocoa leaf and potpourri's Chains over Le Coq Sportif Don't brag bricks to me If they ain't tell you to bring your ski's My Patek, hers petit The triple play be E. Phillips Bird feathers done made me chief Whatever happened to black marquise? Might buy your bitch a jeep I can make you lose your sleep You millionaires on just TV Now make it make sense to me If money is the evil root Let the smokers shine the coupes Rich bitches that love the boost I'm just here to find the truth If kilograms is the groove I done sold the golden goose I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss