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made straight A's, I was too faded in class
24 Karat gold, that's what I been made up of
All these hoes, way it goes, I am no pencil pusher
I need a Benz

gold go ahead and run it up
Run it up, grabbing Dutch
Fell in love, had it rough
Scars never heal but I learn to cover up
Not my crush, she my rock
Hold

and leg
Who that boy 
Who that boy 

I'm that boy
Tell everybody come into my room (Hater) 
I got gold in my stash 
I got pounds if you will (Bags)
I go

kush
Need a pound or two
You aint gotta lie
Dont fake name sell it
By the smell and the look
That bud aint cali
Sour dies purp
Two strains fill the dutch

that I'm back bout to go for gold
Won't stop til' I'm at the t-t-t-top of a totem pole
Questions answered 
Now y'all all know though when why and how

blaze it up
Green in a brown dutch brown in a white cup
I got throwed and these hoes caught the vapors
Cant hold ls so I quit blunts and switched

Kobe stamp, shoot ya shot - Vujacic
My confidence, make confidants
All types of aunts, fly type response
Henry Hudson, no toll - we reggae gold
Dance

alone with my mind
But leave my lil Mary she medicine
I gotta motto for me and my niggas, jus don’t let these fuck niggas settle in
Wrapping this gold

M’s from the ones
All of this talk we could be here for months
Stressing me out 'bout to roll me a dutch
I kinda wish I did not give a fuck
I know you

your body jumping like its double dutch
This the life that we live, product of the hood 'im doing life whats your bid
This the life that we live, product

recognize real for life 
Forever fuck the flaw

My niggas finna' win
My niggas finna' eat
Imma take them golds up out they mouth
And put them Vv's 
And Free

the fucking sun comes
Hulk smash this my Bruce Banner mask
And I'm so ill I ride around in an ambulance 
Two cups with the mud in it
Split the Dutch put the bud

stamp, shoot ya shot - Vujacic
My confidence, make confidants
All types of aunts, fly type response
Henry Hudson, no toll - we reggae gold
Dance hall,

yeah that’s gang gang
Hit the stu with my gold chains
Fuck the half, I want the whole thing
Made hella bands in that dope game
Every beat with that rogue

cuzzo up
Just to go double on a dutch
We blowin' smoke 
Please believe I got my spliffers on me
I'm good with 12
So you know I got my hittas wit me
My

Welcome to the after party, please come take a seat
Go kick up your feet, maybe even grab a bite to eat
Cause I'm smoking Dutch treat, while you play

demands I take my piece of the pie
I'm not a gold digger but wont with broke guys 
I ain't wishing for it, working for it,
baby find yo purpose 
It's more

know that she yo dame
Little old thang, with a nose ring
And some cocaine in her clutch, whoa
Rose face with the blush, whoa
Gold chains is a must, whoa

need your loving shawty
Its a different rush
Time is ticking and its hitting, now I’m getting clutch
Twisting reefer in the party and I’m sipping dutch

but she’s not mine
I be in the bedsheets disappear so nice
Moonwalking
Low talking
All up with the glove
I’m a gold mine bitch
Grooving down the city

a dutch in the back of the whip
Cuz those were the time and they glitter like gold
Cuz my only mission was not be a person that you could regret
I promise,

I'm slappin it
You pass the Dutch
I'm cracking it
I got the clutch
With a strap in it
I got the touch
Turn shit to gold
Midas touch
My pen is goals

boi wit da cognac " this is grown biz"
Seen a crook shook then popped that soda can lid , In cuffs, where both hands is
Fools golds, dangle on a carrot,

take yeah
Ayow! Y'all know how de Yaadman ting go enuh
Ah Vblock Dutch a dweet (Waahhh)

Why yuh want come wrecka mi (Ayee)
Woulda better if you goodas