Letra de Let The Smokers Shine The Coupes - Pusha T

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

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 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 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 proof

I done sold the golden goose

I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue

Cocaine's Dr. Seuss

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

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

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