Lyrics:
You know I bet that you could
Pull it off by yourself
Spin move down south
Better speak up for your health
Don't you let nobody keep you
You know
Rocking gold going gold on the streets of all gold
Rocking gold going gold on the streets of all gold
Gold gold gold
I got bless with a check
Sex in the city
(akinyele)
It's another one
It'a another one
Hook - akinyele (in caps) & christine mclean
(lowercase)
I can't wait till one of us
You're made out of gold (Yeah)
He's made out of gold
We're made out of gold
They're made out of gold (Yeah)
When I make music, I do it for fun
It's
they actors first
Livin' day by day, but lately, I been stackin' for the worst
OG moved me out the way, but I'm from Whittier
Got caught up inspecting
Out
We all seeking for them gold graves
We all grinding for them gold graves
We all seeking for them gold graves
We all grinding for them gold graves
love is phony
And if you put that act on long enough they might know you homie
But don't hold your breath for that royalty check
It ain't coming home
gold
Check it out
Gold is shiny, gold is fun
Some like taking gold with guns
A heart ain't gold if it don't like us
But go for the gold dumb fuck,
Yellow when I'm in the function
But that white gold for repatriation
Cop the black gold, but I had to add a couple links just to keep it hanging
We might
Yea
Yo Styles been fresh since Cullen street
Screw Shop right across the street
Walk Mclean right up to Reed
Or catch the 52 from 73
Mayne what you
going
With, without, yeah, without, yeah, and without me knowing
My goals for gold, my goals for gold, my goals for gold
My goals for gold, my goals for
pics"
My bars come raw like papers, but you know I only got smoke for the haters
And by RAW man, man I don’t mean Sheamus
I’m balling like the LA Lakers
wanna be next to you
Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold
'Cause if you're not really here
Then the stars don't even matter
I wanna be
and this one thing I know
Don't come around here flexin', I suggest you slow your roll
Tryna show off all your diamonds and gold
They gon' get you for
Yes you are, gold gold rush girl
[Verse 2: Macklemore]
Alright
Dolce Gabbana, Prada, Ralph Violet
No nada won't holler
Going in for my pockets
on a quest for six
We stack break by break
We take lick for lick
Don't get caught slipping in the zone we'll pick for six
Man on man boy we sending that heat
and
pull on my hair
Back at it now
Building empires by the coast
Till we known for doing the most
From the port to the post
Grab your glass and raise
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
In a Chevy
I'm John Wayne, Superman, California
I'm a Kris Kristofferson Sunday morning
I'm a mama and daddy singing along to Don McLean
, get the gold, get the gold, get the gold now
Dreaming of a better life, in a better place where the sun don't set
Loved ones don't split from the face
a professional and she'll stick you up without a weapon,
oh she's so cold
If you don't know she'll rob you for your silver and gold (gold, gold..)
She will take it
the hint and rise) And thanks a lot for the gold
and frankincense but...don't worry too much about the
myrrh next time. Thank you...Goodbye.
In the year of the famine when starvation
And black death raged across the land
There were many driven by their hunger
To set sail for the Americas
alive
Sleep all day on moms couch cause I'm not alright
I'm not alright, not fine I don't know why
I stay inside and hide for days I cry
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