Snap Capone - Coca Cola lyrics

[Snap Capone] Pressing on the leather, n***a talking sh** then I'll dead em (kah-las) Remix grub, press it, wrap it n***a then I sell it (remix) Patrick Mohrs, and my double fours when I'm stepping (ok!) Four series, four hoes, with me n***a s**ing Talking whipping, in my mama's kitchen (whip!) Started with a half, now it's foreign cars that we're whipping (skrr, skrr) Ménage à trois, foreign b**hes in designers bra's (ok!) ....no reception, I'm in the spa (let's go) Gucci for the missus, exquisite Victoria Secret's (ok) Murder charges, Michael Jackson my lawyer gonna beat it (ok!) Four-door Porsche, Panamera, slick-talker No Pr-ada's, Balenciaga's Paid in Full, Mekhi Phifer (ok, ok!) Stepping outta the Range, b**hes in love with the fame (skrrr) All I wanted was a kilo amigo I'm getting paid (getting paid) Never cross a boss, diamonds shinning all in my watch (Snap Capone) I call the shots, only hollows up in my Glock (bu, bu, bu, boo!) p**y n***a talking greaze, take your best shots Caviar for lunch, tryna finesse every month Talking guns and bu*ter, heavy artillery like the military I'm in love with the white girl, but I'm into beef Talkin' twenty three, if you need a key (twenty three!) f** it, might get the rrari on flippin' lease (458) n***as hate and lie, when their hating don't work 5-Star Jesus, why have I got stars on my shirt (Snap Capone!) My b**hes my baddest, just packaging work (ok, ok!) Expensive fabric, n***a get what you deserve (woah!)