Lyrics:

[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
{*all sniffing*}
I can't feel my face
I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it, inside

[Hook: 50 Cent] + (Robin Thicke)
(Cocaine) I know police is watching - I see 'em watching
(Cocaine) Hustling, I'm not stopping - I got to eat
(Cocaine) I got to get my money, you think shit is funny
Me I'm 'bout my business - you're motherfucking 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
A little 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

[Bridge: Robin Thicke](50 Cent)
Everybody's watching
But no one talks about it (shut your mouth)
Right now - that's all it was, anything call it
She said 'sex just ain't the same without it'

[Hook]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Every little step I take (come on) you will be there
Every little step I make (look, bitch) we'll be together
So grateful (yeah) so faithful (uhh)
Every gram in the hand's more paper (c'mon)
I'll cut it, you sniff it or smoke it, terrific

[Bridge: Robin Thicke]
Movie stars, models and, blondes and cocaine
New York, L.A. is, all the same
The angels look the other way
Cause they can understand my pain

[Hook]

[Outro: 50 Cent]
You niggas got a problem, yeah
A big motherfucking problem at a minimum
I'mma have a nigga put speedknots all over your motherfucking head ya dig?
Oh shit

[Robin] Cocaine {*echoes*}