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Description
Producer: French Montana
Vocals: French Montana
Vocals: Max B
Vocals: Rick Ross
Composer: Karim Kharbouch
Composer: Charles Wingate
Composer: William Leonard Roberts II
Lyrics and translation
Original
Coke Boys, Coke Boys.
Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts. Who am I to tell you different?
You only live once. Stack riches, call 'em big drums.
Don't fuck with tell you different, bitch, we the ones.
You must be going blind. Can't see me. You know I love it.
Yeah, uh. Waterfall on the wall, don't you hear the maze?
Max B home, you can hear the wave. Dope boy born for the center stage.
Twenty Maybachs on the interstate.
Diamonds on my neck like I'm Mufasa.
One Tupac, nigga, two Hafas. Big mob nigga, guess who shot ya?
Top down, baka-baka-baka-baka.
Spent five million for the wristwatch.
My nigga Shith, yeah, and I'm talking this year.
You got the same watch that my bitch wear. And my Virgil wear ones on my sixth pair.
My niggas in the club smokin'.
Tell my niggas in the club smokin'.
We got the broads open. Waitin' on next to come.
Nigga, my bosses with me. Nigga, even though the stores pays me.
We workin' hard, baby. Waitin' on next to come.
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do.
Rozay.
Don Veli.
Montana.
They ain't with us on the rise, gotta watch 'em sink.
Hit the stu', grab the pen, it's the Holy Ghost, the chink. Got a yellow, got a rose, got a white gold.
My chest like Shaquille from the line, ice cold.
You can ask the New York streets, we the culture. From the mud to the platinum albums, I done told you.
Four-quarter shooter and a three-quarter mink.
Before my music hit the movies, been a legend with the sink. 'Round 'round with the gang, if they eat, I eat.
I ain't get rich -at once, got it piece by piece. -Coke Boy.
Makin' hit after hit, we in the trophy room. Cosmos, French Riviera, comin' soon.
My niggas in the club smokin'.
Tell my niggas in the club smokin'.
We got the broads open. Waitin' on next to come.
Nigga, my bosses with me. Nigga, even though the stores pays me.
We workin' hard, baby. Waitin' on next to come.
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do.
Rozay, what's good? Montana, let's go.
Check.
My shit slap on the coast of Dubai.
I got a license to kill, I got a license to drive. Point five my drive, won't find my stride.
It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my side. Sport thousand dollar shades when I hide my eyes.
And I always get away every time I try. Apop, your boy brave, at times I cry.
And I wear a seatbelt every time I ride. I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route.
Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out.
To hell with the slow route, to hell with the rollout. You rap niggas' ass with no clout. Can't see me.
You must be going blind. Can't see me.
English translation
Coke Boys, Coke Boys.
Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts. Who am I to tell you different?
You only live once. Stack riches, call 'em big drums.
Don't fuck with tell you different, bitch, we the ones.
You must be going blind. Can't see me. You know I love it.
Yeah, uh. Waterfall on the wall, don't you hear the maze?
Max B home, you can hear the wave. Dope boy born for the center stage.
Twenty Maybachs on the interstate.
Diamonds on my neck like I'm Mufasa.
One Tupac, nigga, two Hafas. Big mob nigga, guess who shot ya?
Top down, baka-baka-baka-baka.
Spent five million for the wristwatch.
My nigga Shith, yeah, and I'm talking this year.
You got the same watch that my bitch wear. And my Virgil wear ones on my sixth pair.
My niggas in the club smokin'.
Tell my niggas in the club smokin'.
We got the broads open. Waitin' on next to come.
Nigga, my bosses with me. Nigga, even though the stores pays me.
We workin' hard, baby. Waitin' on next to come.
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do.
Rozay.
Don Veli.
Montana.
They ain't with us on the rise, gotta watch 'em sink.
Hit the stu', grab the pen, it's the Holy Ghost, the chink. Got a yellow, got a rose, got a white gold.
My chest like Shaquille from the line, ice cold.
You can ask the New York streets, we the culture. From the mud to the platinum albums, I done told you.
Four-quarter shooter and a three-quarter mink.
Before my music hit the movies, been a legend with the sink. 'Round 'round with the gang, if they eat, I eat.
I ain't get rich -at once, got it piece by piece. -Coke Boy.
Makin' hit after hit, we in the trophy room. Cosmos, French Riviera, comin' soon.
My niggas in the club smokin'.
Tell my niggas in the club smokin'.
We got the broads open. Waitin' on next to come.
Nigga, my bosses with me. Nigga, even though the stores pays me.
We workin' hard, baby. Waitin' on next to come.
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do. Do-do-do-do-do-do-do.
Rozay, what's good? Montana, let's go.
Check.
My shit slap on the coast of Dubai.
I got a license to kill, I got a license to drive. Point five my drive, won't find my stride.
It's the real Don Veli, I don't hide my side. Sport thousand dollar shades when I hide my eyes.
And I always get away every time I try. Apop, your boy brave, at times I cry.
And I wear a seatbelt every time I ride. I, no doubt, took a nigga whole route.
Take a look at my concerts, the shit is sold out.
To hell with the slow route, to hell with the rollout. You rap niggas' ass with no clout. Can't see me.
You must be going blind. Can't see me.