Cocaine 50 Cent (Ft. Robin Thicke)

[Intro]
Where did you get this stuff?
Columbia
Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I do a line?
Yeah, go ahead
Fuck it, let's all do one
I can't feel my face
I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it inside

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke]
Cocaine
I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin')
Cocaine
Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (I got to eat)
Cocaine
I got to get my money
You think shit is funny
Me, I'm 'bout my business (You're motherfuckin' right)
Cocaine

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
Columbian girl, Peruvian chick
She make the money roll and I love the bitch
Know she ain't a virgin, but she pure
For the right price I'll let you fuck with her raw
I roll like a pimp, I'm your pusher man
She could make us both rich nigga, yes, she can
You want your own spot, let's talk locations
Then talk market and the public relations