I can make cocaine 
Serve till it ain’t no fucking dimes left
I know only where to close me
I be really in the kitchen with that pipe fix
Tell Virgil you get with me 
I can make his clothes look believable
Had the box full of mad trucks
So much right I couldn’t fit in my vehicles
But I just left Peru, though
Coke shots, bitches stuff it in their culo
Cutting up a half of brick 
They call me Pope, I’m out here blasting on my Catholics

I can make cocaine
Cool it up, lighting up my cubans 
I just left Bolivia 
Heart ‘em talking but I know they getting none
I can make cocaine
Cool it up, lighting up my cubans
I just left Boliva
Heard ‘em talking but I know they getting none

Two verses ‘cause I’m too real 
Moving from Mexico to Cali
Stopping by my favorite restaurant
They flashing pics while I’m pulling up the valet
Pointing fingers, that’s the bad guy
Seragamo suit, I’m in my black tie 
Nigga, tell me what your life look
We ain’t has-been’s sucker get it right, now
Charter planes, I’m a sky dweller
Go crown on the face of my sky dweller
Havana where the king go
Filling with my Cuban links, no chain though

I can make cocaine
Cool it up, lighting up my cubans 
I just left Bolivia 
Heart ‘em talking but I know they getting none
I can make cocaine
Cool it up, lighting up my cubans
I just left Boliva
Heard ‘em talking but I know they getting none