Lyrics:
rider, now, hops all over me
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her, front teeth
rider, now, hops all over me
I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth is
rider, now, hops all over me
I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth is
made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket,
yeah, no I'm not balling
And my bars are off the meter, tell your girl to stop calling
Told them niggas I can go, gold water aquafina
Get that bread by
If they can borrow a couple of bucks until Tuesday
Pleases that man go say no man be tryin' to play Captain Save A Hoe
Gettin' marked by all them
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
Hook
I will persevere I will never fear
What I can’t control I’m the man in here
Going for the gold I’m here to make it clear
That I’ll never fold cause
to pay!
Okay, shut up, I'm on my way
We can find ourselves a couple of gold diggers, like Kanye!
Rush that shit, we all getting in man!
Rush that
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
that glitters ain't gold
It ain't gold
No matter how much they hold never fold yo soul
Your soul
Trying to stay warm-hearted in a world so cold
Got
Her front teeth is crowned with gold.
She got a mortgage on my body, Lord,
A lien on my soul.
Well, I'm going down to Rosedale,
Rider by my side.
When I get through I'mma bring my dogs
2 By 2, man a walk in a arc
Sittin' at the front, it's like Rosa Parks
Trust me, you don't wanna see me get
Chorus:
Pour Up
Time to celebrate
For this life we live
Pour Up (Pour Up)
Getting to this fortune
Man
Its looking like a gold rush (Gold Rush)
Oh nah nah
Whole clique here with the "Ra-Ra"
You ain't with the smoke or the zaza
Laughin' in his face like "Ha, ha"
Aye, man, y'all know what
watch the clock
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest
Trying to get up to come down
Got that playa shit by the pound
The gold with the lacs and the crown
Make it where them hoes come around
Trying
rock the beat with your hand
That's right, so don't try to front the move
As you become motivated by the funky groove
You can see me and Earl chillin'
when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us (ooh!)
(But since you over
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
hops all over me
I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth crowned with gold
I ain't gon' to state no color but her front teeth is crowned with
always run my business
I tell it how it is in this trickery and shh man
This is not a game
Tell 'em tell 'em be the same
Never, never, front out forward
there's not a day goes by
when im tryna make you smile
cause your confidence is worth its weight in gold
im the richest man i know
ohhh
im the richest man i
glamour glitters and gold
i unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
when i'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace
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