Cocaine Nights

[Hook] Bona fide hustler, certified G I don't do this shit for haters, I just do this shit for me Comma, zero, zero, comma We live for them cocaine nights and good summers I'm a bona fide gangster, certified thug I don't do this shit for haters, I just do this shit for love Comma, zero, zero, comma We live for them cocaine nights and good summers [Verse 1] They said they hating on a don, of course they are I'm supposed to shine all the time, I'm a rising star Hood rich, upgraded my bitch, we getting bread She fast to the money, and slow to the head The fire still breath within, here to win On point like your favorite pen, so come again Bona fide gangster, certified thug Homages being paid, fuck who these bitches love I'm a hustler, fix it and get it in broad day Don Ke' I suffered and did it the hard way We eat real good so we doubled the profit I'm talking zero's, comma's, safe, deposit [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm hungry for greatness, appetite for doing better I got an eye for this money, a feel for good weather Jacker's wear concrete shoes, so come test us Go to bed starving, and get paid for breakfast In the kitchen, turn off the stove and clean the dishes Nigga you can stay out of mine, don't sleep with fishes Desperate for them cocaine numbers and good summers Nigga's say they want what we got, well take it from us Bird game it's all official, so make the purchase Soon as them fool's play games, just put the hearse's Bare skin covered in dirt with no shirt And these by standards will get hurt for more work [Hook]