Pusha T

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 th? rules?
I done paid for all of you's
The first 48's th? clue
Your jail cells made for two
AMGs on auto cruise
The wrist singin' 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 potpourris
Chains over Le Coq Sportif
Don't brag bricks to me
If they ain't tell you to bring your skis
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