Cocaine Lyrics - Puff Daddy

Money-Makin' Mitch 

Yeah, you pressin' record? 

Yeah, 'cause shit I said they gon' remember forever 

Ay, yo Mom, I told you I was gon' be somebody 

I told you I was gon' be somebody ([?] C-notes) 

Yea, shoutout to my daddy 

Yea, man, ay, yo, this one's for you, pops 

Check it out 

Cocaine on the table, I wasn't always able 

I watch these nigs get rich all in these fucking fables 

They like to cook the numbers, we don't cook the numbers 

We just want the summer, you can have that woman 

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These niggas really out here tripping, man 

I can't feel my face 

I can't feel my face 

Cop another Q, cop another cool 

(Yeah, let's go) 

My niggas from Jamaica, know that shit for true 

(Blood, fire) 

(Blow, blow, blow) 

Crazy out my mind, crazy out my mind 

Yo bitches on my line, I'm tryna find some time 

These niggas really out here trippin', man 

I can't feel my face 

I can't feel my face 

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That pack jumpin', those fiends comin' 

That line all down the block 

(That mean that soft comin', that beam comin') 

(Them diamonds floodin' my watch) 

That pack jumpin', them fiends comin' 

That line all down the block 

(That mean that soft comin', that beam comin') 

(Them diamonds floodin' my watch) 

On, on, on any block 

On, on, on any block 

Hey what's cooking on the table, baby, shoot 

It's Cain and Abel, baby and I been seein' angels lately 

And I just make it flip, make the grip 

And make my lady crazy, I'm so eighties, baby 

Eighty-eight Mercedes, bring your friends 

Let them live, and if they live then you can bring your friends again 

And they can bring some friends with them 

'Cause we just talk fly, and we just walk fly 

And look you in your eyes cause Jesus got eyes 

So we dress Godlike, and we go star-life 

You live yours once, but we live ours twice 

What's in these streets? 

Take your chances till my hustle advance, shit 

You niggas got bands, well I got bandwidth 

For not gettin' [?] with, nightly 

But two things [?] speak Spanish 

One's makin' tacos, one makin' a sandwich 

(I can't feel my face) 

Arguing over who I'm about to take me a bath with 

(We can't feel a thang) 

Ha, ha, ha, yeah