Lyrics:
By design gold
By design sold
By design gold
By design never fold
I said what I meant I got fresh and popped some mentos
I been on a roll I'm out my
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
a place we like to drive
Way out in the country
Five miles out of the city limit we're singing
And your hand's upon my knee
So we're okay
We're fine
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you,
So why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
She didn't make it this far by just shakin' hands
(Hey, hey) I doubt she'd even let the devil buy her little black book
City Hall would probably fall
Hoody hoo is the one
Where we all play this game
Gold chain pinky ring
Say the hell for some fame
Hustle in to tha in
Ain't afraid of the pen
scarred by a revolv'
With no warnin' signs, 'cause yo my man took five
Now I'm the young one with the nine, ready to put in my time
Shoot first, look
opulence
There is no stop to this
Do it to death
Whole city stomp to this
Blaze in the breath
Dragon or arsonist
I'm never scarred
Do not know how to stress
to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if
to creep through these halls and brawls
Without scarred by a revolve
With no warning signs, cause yo, my man took 5
Now I'm the young one with the 9 ready
gold
Yes to the rainbow
Yes to the rose gold
They say no-one wants you anymore, rose gold
But I will always treasure you
I will always treasure you
I saw
Yup.. money, money, money
I woke up, boy it's time to get it
Walking to the window, saw the city
Thank God I woke up - feelin' like
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
when I was my only fan
How am I a thief if I showed my hands? (Oh Lord)
How they gon' steal the wave? We on stolen land
Beating these hoes by
Tell me what it takes to let go
Tell me what it takes to let go
Hands in a fist this has got to stop
Every time I look it's a body drop
Tell me what
a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
tell my little baby I'm Silver City bound
I'm gonna meet Blind Lemon gonna ride on down
Take me by the hand oh babe
And lead me to the promises land
to stay positive
When you got a wife and kid
But everyone around you
Wants a piece just to live
I got time on my hands
With hands on my time
My job,
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
(Chorus)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold Diggers (back up)
Broke niggaz (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
(Verse 1)
I'm in the cut
(Chorus)
Haters in the club (back up)
Gold Diggers (back up)
Broke niggaz (back up)
I suggest, I suggest that you (back up)
(Verse 1)
I'm in the cut
T on the beat make your shit blow
Cause my shit gold, told you once before
I'm all about cash if you ain't then go
I put on for my city yeah that's for sho
Known
Thinking about you when I wake up
Thinking about you when I wake up
Go platinum or gold
Go platinum or gold
I got the city on smash
Got a bitty
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