GOLD

Who this? Platna? Knice on the Sonics
Turn me up, Presso

I'm ballin' everyday and it's
With no assists, huh
You niggas don't get no bread
You play with your bitch, huh
I gotta wash my hands to put my wrist on
Rolex diamonds dancin', like the fish, huh
Feel like God when we go Gold
All these diamonds on me Cold
Bitch, keep vibin', we gon' grow, yeah
I'm so ahead of these niggas
Y'all all in the past
I'm making plays in the field and
It's all 'bout the pass, wait
How could you call it a
Chain with all that glass, huh?
I'm just gon' hop out the
'Rari and we gon' spazz, huh
SCALE IT SCALE it up, I got the pound off
Ayy
Mail it, mail it out, I got them rounds off
Ayy
You ain't talkin' money, get the dial tone
Money, drugs and bitches, that's on my phone
You better go to church if you need closure
We came out thе hood and turned to soldiers
Ayy
Always got them pounds, smokin' doja, ayy
Policе right behind, I check my shoulder, ayy
I'm professional girl, look at me now
Bet, she like my style, woo-woo, ayy
She cannot fuck with a nigga, I'm really a G
She cannot take off my jewelry
If she does then she gon' freeze
She wanna fuck with a real nigga
Then she look at me and see
Girl, I'm as real as it be, uh
But we ain't never gon' be
Why would I wife me a
Bitch that give no respect, huh
Why would I take her on dates
If I just want the sex, huh?
Matter fact
She comin' over and I just want neck now
I just be spittin' that truth, I
Do not need to flex, huh