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Description
Coke Wave 3.5: Narcos
Producer: Metro Boomin
Lead Vocals: French Montana
Lead Vocals: Max B
Programmer: Metro Boomin
Recording Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Mixing Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Mastering Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Atmos Mixing Engineer: DeVonne "Knice" Knights
Recording Engineer: Devin “DARRiS” Harris
Mixing Engineer: Jelani “Jay B Frosty” Bodden
Composer: Karim Kharbouch
Composer: Charles Wingate
Lyrics and translation
Original
Don Vigo.
Narco. Monteg.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
We pop that shit, they go crazy.
Give her that dick, she go crazy.
We make movies, go say it. It's that Narcos cope wave. Narcos cope wave.
Narcos cope wave. Drop a bag of dirty money, get 'em cleaned out.
I was headed with the life and had to reroute.
Coke Boyz, Metro tease 'em 'til they beaned out. Bitches love the pockets chubby like Steve Stoute. I'm back inside the Stella.
She wanna do it on camera. Six hundred on the Phantom. I blow money like a scammer.
We the ones they talk about. We ran them numbers up for decades. Hit up like the
Spanish. Mami said she want that leche.
From the bottom, word to Nelly, we made millions off the ground. Know that closet like Met Gala, New York winter, word to
Hell. Hell.
Anytime, any place, anywhere. EMG, Coke Boyz, heavy hit.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la. We pop that shit, they go crazy.
Give her that dick, she go crazy.
We make movies, go say it.
It's that Narcos cope wave. Narcos cope wave. Narcos cope wave.
Yeah. Picture perfect. I paint the perfect scene. It's astounding what I seen.
Twenty thousand in my jeans. You can tell we got the motion in New York.
We them niggas that'll snipe your main bitches for the sport.
No more courts, no more rumors who the best is in New York. Nope, it ain't even close.
I don't stress, I just go pop a coke. I can even smoke. It's this shit right here that have you scratchin'.
We been leanin' on. See, most my shit I say, I just be cappin', but it even on.
Blood clot, even off. Tempt to shake the demons off. Put it back, leave it off.
I never took the weekend off. This music is the coke wave.
Blow your fuckin' speakers off. Forty-four will leave your feet, blow your fuckin' sneakers off.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
We pop that shit, they go crazy.
Give her that dick, she go crazy.
We make movies, go say it. It's that Narcos cope wave. Narcos cope wave.
Narcos cope wave.
English translation
Don Vigo.
Narco. Monteg.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
We pop that shit, they go crazy.
Give her that dick, she go crazy.
We make movies, go say it. It's that Narcos cope wave. Narcos cope wave.
Narcos cope wave. Drop a bag of dirty money, get 'em cleaned out.
I was headed with the life and had to reroute.
Coke Boyz, Metro tease 'em 'til they beaned out. Bitches love the pockets chubby like Steve Stoute. I'm back inside the Stella.
She wanna do it on camera. Six hundred on the Phantom. I blow money like a scammer.
We the ones they talk about. We ran them numbers up for decades. Hit up like the
Spanish. Mami said she want that leche.
From the bottom, word to Nelly, we made millions off the ground. Know that closet like Met Gala, New York winter, word to
Hell. Hell.
Anytime, any place, anywhere. EMG, Coke Boyz, heavy hit.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la. We pop that shit, they go crazy.
Give her that dick, she go crazy.
We make movies, go say it.
It's that Narcos cope wave. Narcos cope wave. Narcos cope wave.
Yeah. Picture perfect. I paint the perfect scene. It's astounding what I seen.
Twenty thousand in my jeans. You can tell we got the motion in New York.
We them niggas that'll snipe your main bitches for the sport.
No more courts, no more rumors who the best is in New York. Nope, it ain't even close.
I don't stress, I just go pop a coke. I can even smoke. It's this shit right here that have you scratchin'.
We been leanin' on. See, most my shit I say, I just be cappin', but it even on.
Blood clot, even off. Tempt to shake the demons off. Put it back, leave it off.
I never took the weekend off. This music is the coke wave.
Blow your fuckin' speakers off. Forty-four will leave your feet, blow your fuckin' sneakers off.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la.
We pop that shit, they go crazy.
Give her that dick, she go crazy.
We make movies, go say it. It's that Narcos cope wave. Narcos cope wave.
Narcos cope wave.