Lyrics:
I took a sup of black gold
From a brown stained, china bowl,
Blue snake smoke from a pipe of Lou’siana rolled,
Lazy like from a white clay pipe
Cartier dangIling, gold mutha fucka
I need a blanket cause im cold mutha fucka
I get so high I like to keep her under
Fucked her all night so in
vista
Dismantle your cameras
Cease you attempts
'Cause who cares about me anyway
I'm a stain on this blue
I've nothing to say
I just want to submit
I'm
Just pull up, let's see what the vibe is like, let's work
In my mind, if something happen, it happen
If not, then cool, niggas just got a chance
that
Click clack dead it Yea i blast that
Ima win In di n like an Aztec
Cause even when I'm gone they gon follow me
365 I don't follow leaves... have
like me
Hit it up gold chain
Too sweet for their liking
Who they gonna get
When it comes to just trying
Foreign whips what gold diggers
All like, caption
Spike Lee my life a movie cameras flashin
Trendsetter from my lingo to my fashion
She see us together shit I think she need glasses
All gold
Clouds pass over the moon
Like an eye that shows impending doom
Tension in this misty air
Souls pass into the room
Drawn in by a lost memory
You
with me cuz she with me, or is it just the gold chain?
Dang
Got me feeling like this Gold Chain (Gold Chain)
Got me feeling like this Gold Chain (Gold
back in
Lights, camera, action
All up in the action
Dress up in some fashion
Bump it just like acne
Targets get attacked, then a splat
Just like practice
daddy got money
But she came
From the streets woah
We ain't ever linking
Like a broken neckless
Gold neckless
Straight to hotizzy
If she talking reckless
her with cameras on shes trying to make a porn scene
Told me to grab her by her neck the bitch could barely breath
Nigga please, the way i be in it
everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
If it were up to me
I'd say just leave me be
Why let one bad apple
Spoil the whole damn bunch
Gold
wear
And you like our flat-top style of hair
It's just those bugged out things we do
That make the girles want to stare
Like when we're chillin'
never hand a random rapper eating cannibal
She can't refuse so I let her drink it like it's Danimals
Handsome dude she wanna be with standing by camera
to the deepest trenches.
Then by the time I return,
I'm bearing gifts from like 3 dimensions.
I know none iller unless we talk Abdul.
the last dude tried, made
Told her I was taken but she praying polyamours
I be on the move like action movie camera cuts
Niggas can't handle us, my traction groovy and scandalous
This is Violent Contender Motherfucker not Jon Bellion
The Gold standard grind for the Benjamin's like I'm Shelton
Ain't no telling cuz he might have it
you get it from?
Comin' in like, damn, where you- from?
Had just hopped up out the Uder
Next week, that man probably bought Umer
Don't wanna come
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat then make it crack-a-lack
Arabian gangsta doin’ drive-by’s on camelback
Where your cameras at
Film this and capture that
We making kroon to survive
since
Sexy can I, just pardon my manners
Girl how you shake it, got a playa like (oh)
It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera
All I wanna
take both lanes
Backseat, blowin' propane
All black, five gold chains
Young rich nigga bossed up on his own, man
My new shit sound like it's Soul
like they're being juggled by the beat
Sound muffles in the crowds as it plows into the muscles of the Pretty gals in gowns with a thousand ruffles
We're
and registration
By pointing your weapon like we neglecting your simple demands
Then go to squeezing when we start reaching for what you just ask
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