Lyrics:
narcotic
With chicks that sip Hypnotic
Digging for gold but some got they're own so stop it
You could find a few in college
But some drop out to go seek out
I'm protecting the merch
Trap house if you ready sign up for work
100 if you fronted have my bread by the first
That's a bad bitch n I like her
ideals
Have me running out in silence
Torching up the field,
Arson-y of bodies on the land we tilled
It was God we trusted for the hundred bills
Said He
me clone it
Money getting mown like lawns
By the white house' yard
Ey, bills keep growing
It's the biggest part
Keep zoning out in this goddamn art
Red Black Green, Red Gold Green
Dat's how we know we a fe we dream team
[repeat]
The other day
A friend gave me a call
He said that the dream team
deadbeats than pay your bills
Yellin' "nigga this" and "nigga that"
Call everybody "nigga" and get a nigga mad
As soon as I say "nigga" then everyone react
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
chair
Contracts holdin' me back - to commitments
Product comin' in by the shipments
It's time to make a difference
Gold cuffs, diamond earrings
Drink up,
kiss my ass, X O's
Ahem, okay let's talk about a gold digger
Met her at a video shoot, go figure
Uh, well she was bad than a mothaflicker
Seen her
another (what?) distracted by the rush while
We fight all night about what to name the love child
I'm on that go nuts life that got that gold touch
Fresh
want all the
Shiny things
Iced out chain and
Diamond ring
House so big every time you drive by you can easily tell that
I'm a king
Gold tooth when I'm
by his skills
They can give you bills, but they'll never take your shield
Thats the knowledge of your past
And the passion for the build
Keep listening
our plate, on our first date
Our bill was paid by Uncle Jay
I borrowed this flow, from Uncle Jay
Zendaya a Roc, You can't break
By quoting these quotes
quick in this bitch
Oh shit, sneak attack, we got the bag
So bow to the kids
I just wanna make enough
To pay my mommas bills
But after that imma buy
all the excuses never Blame your tools when you Have no skill
Expand my knowledge don't be No fool
A house of gold is found in a book
So close your
'cause my hearts so cold
How this works man only God knows
But I'll stay by her side till we both grow old
We a perfect match and it shows
And I'm proud
and show it
On the stage with the floodgates
And the hoes
This shit bangs with the dope factory
Held up by Bill Gates
And we know pain
And ho friends with
By the way this shit hit it i feel I can vibe on it (vibe on it)
Tryna turn up get lit, don't need no surprise don't i
Tryna get you in a mood
some mills I want the house up on the hills
I want them dollar bills and wanna bitch that keep it real
I was zoned out for the whole time
I set your
cash man I’m talking about lieutenants
Tenants tenants all yall tenants
Hip-hop my house and my niggas got the senate
Minutes hours keep going by
My
looking at these bills, They keep piling on my shelf
What I'd do have some gold around my neck
Even thought of robbing niggas, I ain't waiting on a check
seems to turn into gold[00:45.97]You work hard each day, ‘till the sun is away[00:52.49]To pay all your bills and rest Sunday[00:59.01]To quote an old
feet
Well we got income, we got outcomes
Bitterness and greed
Imaginations, evaluations
On which we all convene
Whether there's gold in your house
gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the Half Ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause I ain't tryin'
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