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Albums:

Forever Gold: Gold Collection: Gospel Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gold Collection: Solid Gold Soul (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gold [Gold Label 2003] (The Ventures) · 70 Ounces of Gold: Country Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 70 Ounces of Gold: Pure Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 70 Ounces of Gold: Solid Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · 70 Ounces of Gold: Rock & Gold (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Forever Gold: Gold Collection: The Best of Reggae (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Forever Gold: Gold Collection (Glenn Miller) · Forever Gold: Gospel Gold (The Gospel Gold Singers) – and 90 other albums »


The young king, the lil homie Tyga
It's yo turn, nigga, it's yo turn, playboy
West Coast stand up to this Careless World, people
Global flying
Silver, silver and gold
Silver and gold, silver and gold
Everyone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure
Silver and gold, silver and gold 
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth
Silver and gold, silver and gold 
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth
Silver and gold, silver and gold 
Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth
b-ballin' like a

Look, bbc hat clean diamond snap hook
Take a picture with it, like it's my last look
Gold mac book, cost $100, 000 g's
I don't fuck
She' don't know my name
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)
She just know me by my aim (aim aim)

Aim tyga man again
Got a little message for
Mister
See this gon' be the snicker, my Vana Balmont
Gold yarn by the trunks, her Isabel Maront
I love you Linda Farrell, I adore your Dior
Your Dommy
passing by didn't seem to understand

Fools gold
Fools gold
Fools gold
Fools gold

Broken Joe just lying in a gutter
He's gone as low as any man can be
He
unless we get violent

Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
Pickin' and a pullin' white cotton by the tons
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold

I fill my sack and I put it on my shoulder
And then I take one again
your brakes come squealing by
I forget
Everything I've been told
Chorus:
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
You remind me of gold
Baby I always
and silver have I none
I can give you love

They can have the gold in Fort Knox Kentucky
As far as we're gonna stand by love
I knew a man once had lots
Silver couches to recline upon
And ornaments of gold
Silver moonbeams dance in fountains
Below shining citadels

Surrounded by silver gates ascending
Your gold dress is whirling around
Like a fan it's lifting you high
High above the ground
Never coming down

You gold dress is burning alight
They call me Young Gudda,
I'm all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Everything my hands touch turn to gold,
Money, Knots
me Young Gudda,
I'm all about the doe still,
And anybody in my way, Roadkill,
Everything my hands touch turn to gold,
Money, Knots and Jewels with no
[Chorus]
I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it
If we talkin' bout money bitch

Snap back chiller
Gold chain nigga
Snaps no tigger, tyga
instead, you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy but Rocky been Jiggy
Curren$y from the Wiz ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate when they compare
Tyga, I saw Nicki with Gucci
You said, “You can make a million rappin’ ‘bout some pussy, I did.”
T, Fewq, Mally Mal, shining like Armor All
You can ask
on the scene
If agreed than future teens vote for me
This election,make my selection, by the most lyrically
Holding grudes was never me, my budget won't allow
Rap ain't nothin' but cash, money, bitches, foreign cars and trees
Cristal by the cases, bad bitches by the flocks
I know I promised my niggas I'd
One day we are young

And by the next one we are old despite the years
And tears of gold precede the rapture

Time has its way with everyone
In
did you bring me gold?
Did you come to see me hanged
By the gallows pole?

Didn't bring no silver
Didn't bring no gold
I came to see you hanged,
bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust
I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
Separate myself by sticking out just because