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Pot Of Gold
by Young Dolph
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(Cheeze)
(Yo Mannie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah
Uh-huh
Here we go, here we go, here we go (yeah, yeah)
He a clown, he just wanna put on a show (yeah, yeah)
See what he been thinkin', leave his brains all on the floor (yeah, yeah)
This shit I been drinkin', mane, I pour it by the four (yeah, yeah)
When they least expect it when you kick in a door
Every time I fuck her, she beg me to grab her by her throat
In the back of the double R truck smokin', ridin' through the snow
If you ever crossed me before, I'm puttin' your ass in that scope (baow)
Had to change my surroundings, it gave me a fucked up mentality (damn)
My spot in the hood a multi-million dollar establishment (they love me)
Come down Elvis Presley Boulevard, make a right on Mallory (where you from?)
From where the dope boys make a million dollar salary, ayy
One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah
Ayy, it's fuck you and whoever else hatin' (motherfucker)
I took a look in the mirror, said, "Boy, you major" (hell yeah)
Just told myself that it is never too much paper (hell nah, Glizzock)
I got like fifty bitches, none of 'em gettin' saved (uh-uh)
I started on the block, now I'm up on the stage (yeah, yeah)
Either way it go, I don't give a fuck, I'ma get paid (yeah, yeah)
Been fightin' demons lately, just poured another eight, ayy (Wock', Wock')
Go ask the opps, know how I rock, yeah, Glock don't play (yeah, yeah)
My youngins clapped 'em with the chops like ayy, bay, bay, aye
My heart is cold, got codeine all up in my Fay-go, woah
Woah, yeah, killers on standby, they gon' do what I say so
Yeah, don't confuse me with these niggas, you know that
One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (yeah)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (bah)
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah
(Cheeze)
(Yo Mannie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah
Uh-huh
Here we go, here we go, here we go (yeah, yeah)
He a clown, he just wanna put on a show (yeah, yeah)
See what he been thinkin', leave his brains all on the floor (yeah, yeah)
This shit I been drinkin', mane, I pour it by the four (yeah, yeah)
When they least expect it when you kick in a door
Every time I fuck her, she beg me to grab her by her throat
In the back of the double R truck smokin', ridin' through the snow
If you ever crossed me before, I'm puttin' your ass in that scope (baow)
Had to change my surroundings, it gave me a fucked up mentality (damn)
My spot in the hood a multi-million dollar establishment (they love me)
Come down Elvis Presley Boulevard, make a right on Mallory (where you from?)
From where the dope boys make a million dollar salary, ayy
One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah
Ayy, it's fuck you and whoever else hatin' (motherfucker)
I took a look in the mirror, said, "Boy, you major" (hell yeah)
Just told myself that it is never too much paper (hell nah, Glizzock)
I got like fifty bitches, none of 'em gettin' saved (uh-uh)
I started on the block, now I'm up on the stage (yeah, yeah)
Either way it go, I don't give a fuck, I'ma get paid (yeah, yeah)
Been fightin' demons lately, just poured another eight, ayy (Wock', Wock')
Go ask the opps, know how I rock, yeah, Glock don't play (yeah, yeah)
My youngins clapped 'em with the chops like ayy, bay, bay, aye
My heart is cold, got codeine all up in my Fay-go, woah
Woah, yeah, killers on standby, they gon' do what I say so
Yeah, don't confuse me with these niggas, you know that
One thing I never needed was a ho (no)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (no)
Fuck the rap game, man, these niggas ain't my bros (no)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (racks)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (yeah)
Yeah, I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (yeah)
Yeah, I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (bah)
Yeah, my diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walkin' pot of gold, woah
