Lyrics:
the back
Blunt full of gas catch me on the ave
Swang to the left gold chains around my chest
Top notch hoes get the most nothing less yeah
Gold chain
want to go and take a ride with me
We 3-wheeling in the fo' with the gold D's
Oh, why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money)
If you wanna go
and Flex don't roll unless they Andrew Jackson
It's Brooklyn by me the crook the I-B ya even look
At ID you gettin' hooked to I-V
Motherfuckers huh
grill (Gold grill)
Remember doin' shows in Mobile (Mobile)
Go against me and it's roadkill (Roadkill)
Wakin' up to see the sunrise (Sunrise)
I turned
of Sessue Hayakawa, Anna May Wong
Now kids are playing BTS and putting anime on
They wouldn't show Jet and Aaliyah kiss
On film, but what for?
But now Andrew
gold than gold
With my eyes I’ve seen
How much you look out for me
Feels good that you know my name (know my name)
I’m covered by You
I’m living in
like gold
My gold gold gold
I just want my gold gold gold gold
I don't wanna hear you say no
Got your girl spread on me like peanut butter
If you jelly
on my credit card or buy it in cash
I got a phone rose gold and all these diamonds to match
Lil bitch tellin me i’m dope but aint heard none of my songs
you ask me
All gold and I'm flashy
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now nigga dats fashion
Now nigga dat, now nigga dat,
Now nigga dat, now
the fire, now you're gold
Oh, you're so beautiful to me
Hey, you're pure gold
Baby, you're pure gold
You've been through the fire, now you're gold
Oh,
Andrew E magkano ka ba laruin mo barbie ko sige na
Well ah well ah well ah mmm
Tell me more tell me more
Iyong ipakita
Show me more show me more
At ibigay
McMahon, (nice!), Shout to the building, they show me love, they be like "Watch out Lupe comin' through!"
(Damon, Cookie), The Nasty Boys, shout
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
If you ain't stepping wit me
Ima step by myself then
Andrew Jackson and Ben Franklin my best friend
Snakes in the grass keep yo steal toes
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
Wish I was the perfect man
But I still be sinning man
That makes this picture incomplete
Like it's missing frames
But natural ways are flawed
Gotta go
that tellin' me, you gotta show me
I only take care of the fam and my brodys (gllt-baow-baow-baow-baow!)
Killer mentality, R.I.P Kobe (huhh)
Gold on my
good tonight
Take me for a fool
Take me for a schemer
Never gonna believe that I'm on death row
The doubters will be saying that
Andrew and the boys can
like you cryin', nigga was happy to see me jones
I done seen way too many turned hoes
Ain't you the same nigga that was cuttin' up at my shows?
Ain't
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
I showed respect But you ain't show it back to us
I need uh motha fuckin moment Just to breathe cuz I don't trust you
How dare you call me a hero then
she's a money magnet, smell a dollar bill in ya clothes.
Gold digger signs from her head to her toes
You here me sayin no don't mess with this dress
you keep trying to complicate shit
Spend my nights alone but you be drinking with them fake niggas
Got me in tears, the way you fake shit
Trying to be
Got a hair trigger on me, waitin to let loose
Gold egg, laid by models, y'all tail spin like goose
I'm the headline, I run the news
And I'd choose
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