all gold everything
busta rhymes
why you niggas wanna try to complicate shit?
why y'all niggas wanna try to ask me questions now?
y'all know what the fuck i do
don't believe me just watch
don't believe me just watch
see the gold musson drop top
pinky ring make a bitch fart
30-karat yellow canary rock
i hope you listenin' to every word
three-kilo gold cuban on my neck
three dice roll cee-lo when i bet only
all gold uniform like my name kobe
all gold unicorn pendent on my trophy
world champ of this whole shit
so much gold niggas bitches call me goldie
for the co-sign i'm the one you gotta go see
before you niggas try to approach me
just know i'm in the corner
kinda busy where the hoes be
i'm the coke layin' under where they nose be
niggas laughing at you low key
now get to know the way the bro live
derek lam gold frames up on my nose bridge
gold ace bottles fillin' up my whole fridge
not only do i kill verses
but i wrote all of your favourite songs
yeah i got plaques all on my wall
and i got stacks all in my bank
how the fuck can you hate
when i'm just doin' my thing? aye!
what other nigga you know
these other rappers sound typical
i got it locked in the figure-four
and they could never see me
and i got. gold chain on my frame with the gold jesus
whole bank in my jeans i'm a gold visa
gold bling in my ring like a saints helmet
gold rappers on my dick then your girl pelvis
boy. we don't fuck with no broke dudes
my jewelry game is bicoastal
and my piece is on my stomach like soul food
over bread i'm a show him what the toast do
seein' lines in hd like pro tools
then hit the hamptons and throw on my boat shoes
turn a island into cinemax
gold album would appear from a pen and pad. assemble that.