Lyrics:
Right gold medal
Get that white bag out my mother fucking face (Out my face)
I don't need that shit to win the race (No I don't)
Talk about the way
I imagined the medal they'd give me when this was all through
"You imagined the?"
Medals I know
"Right."
And then Winston goes
"Winston
I'm the man
I'm the man
I'm the man
Finna keep on grindin make a millie from a grand
Always find a way I ain never been in debt
They juh hand me
of the rich and famous
Way we live life you would die to be here
Double clutching headed to the grand prize
Push the pedal to medal fuck a gas light
This be
I don't play the radio no more
Do no favors no more
Gotta play what you weigh in this bitch
I ain't got shame no more
Put the medal to the floor
a maybe
Y'all screaming grown man shit but acting like babies
Gold medals never settle
Hands raised more praise
Completion fees big trophies
No whiners
Remember when I said that I won't be long?
Man I think I lied, I'm going on and on
Pedal to the medal like the autobahn
Momma raised a good kid,
s***
Can't f*** my ho 'cause it's levels to this b****
And I be rocking prada like a devil in this b****
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this
Purp: We out here rocking fresh pants & shit
Yeah yeah purp!
I rock the fresh pants pay me in advance
Up my value I need 10 grand
Riding with em
its levels to this bitch
And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
And I'm heavy as it get
Can't fuck my ho 'cause its levels to this bitch
And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
its levels to this bitch
And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
And I'm heavy as it get
levels to this bitch
And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch Lord
And I'm heavy as it get
Can't fuck my ho 'cause its levels to this bitch
And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Can't fuck my ho 'cause its levels to this bitch
And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
shining heart
Is my rising sun
You're my Grand Prix Girl
And I'd do anything
Just to have you in my
World
Grand Prix Girl
I love the way that you
Ride
It's
Originate I vibe, I invent this
You skipping this part cause you resent this
Your boss my apprentice
Always thinking of me
I buy you rent this
Movement grand
Levels to it, time to level up
Busted time, put ya bezels up
Gold trophies, let ya medals shine
Hokey pokey, i can tell u lying
Took flight i'm
a medal for it
I use similes and metaphors
Get Chicago head when I'm in Illinois
Gotta go hard for my little boys
I'm tired of playing with these little
to the medal
See me flyin' down the street
And if you really want some problems then I'm drivin' to the beat
My middle finger to police
And Imma make my
She gave me that uh
Pedal to the medal
Got that strap in the trunk, yea
Ridin' round the city
It's about to get sticky
Honestly, nevermind, no kizzy
were in
Signs of grand assurance were carried on the wind
Take it home, take it low, take responsibilities
Came the message from the front
For
When the war was over, why, there were jobs galore
For the G.I. Josephs who were in the war
But for generals things were not so grand
And it's not
When the war was over, why, there were jobs galore
For the G.I. Josephs who were in the war
But for generals things were not so grand
And it's not
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