Let The Smokers Shine The Coupes

Lyrics

[Chorus] 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 proof I done sold the golden goose I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss [Verse 1] We sip Ace out the flutes Chanel scarves out the roofs If I never sold dope for you Then you're ninety-five percent of who? How forsaken arе the rules? I done paid for all of you's Thе first 48's the 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 [Chorus] 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 proof I done sold the golden goose I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss [Verse 2] Coca 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 [Chorus] 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 proof I done sold the golden goose I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss