Cocaine Dreamin Jim Jones (Ft. Ball Greezy & Dave East)

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Dipset
Ain't nothin' to understand, uh
He's tryna explain it
Just follow the drip
You can't buy this shit
Let's get saucy, uh
(Heatmakerz, Crack Music)
I was born in, niggas was sworn in it
Uh huh
Harlem, what's up?
It's all facts (True that)
Facts, nigga
You know my body
Capo

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I told 'em meet me at the top where it's goin' down (Where it's lit)
New dawn, drop the top while it's slowin' down (Get off my dick)
Where I'm from, they'll pop a shot if you don't hold your ground (Boom)
You better get that chopper chopper just to hold it down (Boom)
I done triple parked cars up outta Polo ground (Facts)
Summer nights when Rucker Park was the only show in town (55th)
Red carpets drippin', grippin' the fully-loaded pound
Five-Star dinners at Peckerwoods just to blow it down
I be scared to fall asleep, Medusa all on my sheets (Versace)
In my car, spilled Givenchy sauce all on my seats (Nasty)
Tryna test her in a Tesla, see if she gon' fuck (Boom)
Gettin' head, drivin' with no hands like I'm Elon Musk
But that ass was so fat like she gon' bust (Nasty)
Right outta them Fashion Novas, but is we gon' fuck?
I mean, pardon me, but I got rich nigga habits
I love them foreign cars, pretty bitches, and automatics (Okay)