Goldie

Uh, uh
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Let's take it to the basis, you in the midst of greatness
 My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
 Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
 I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
 A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement
 I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest
 Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
 Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked 'cause you famous
 Life's a motherfucker, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us
 So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
 You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
 It's just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with
 Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
 Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
 Low key, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags
 Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
 It feel good wakin' up some money in the bank
 Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
 And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
 'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
 And them red bottom loafers just to complement the mink
 Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank
 What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink
 You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
 Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
 Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
 And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
 Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
 In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
 I'm the shit, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags
 Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Oh, yeah, oh, right
 ♪
 Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
 Oh, yeah
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)
 
 Uh, uh
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Let's take it to the basis, you in the midst of greatness
 My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
 Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
 I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
 A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement
 I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest
 Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
 Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked 'cause you famous
 Life's a motherfucker, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us
 So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
 You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
 It's just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with
 Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
 Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
 Low key, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags
 Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
 It feel good wakin' up some money in the bank
 Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
 And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
 'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
 And them red bottom loafers just to complement the mink
 Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank
 What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink
 You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
 Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
 Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
 And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
 Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
 In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
 I'm the shit, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags
 Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Oh, yeah, oh, right
 ♪
 Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
 Oh, yeah
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)
 
 Uh, uh
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Let's take it to the basis, you in the midst of greatness
 My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
 Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
 I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
 A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement
 I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest
 Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
 Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked 'cause you famous
 Life's a motherfucker, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us
 So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
 You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
 It's just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with
 Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
 Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
 Low key, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags
 Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
 It feel good wakin' up some money in the bank
 Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
 And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
 'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
 And them red bottom loafers just to complement the mink
 Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank
 What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink
 You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
 Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
 Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
 And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
 Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
 In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
 I'm the shit, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags
 Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
 Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
 Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
 And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
 Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
 Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
 Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 Oh, yeah, oh, right
 ♪
 Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
 Oh, yeah
 Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)