All Gold Everything

Album: Don't Be S.A.F.E. (2012)
Charted: 36
  • Yeah, you already know man
    It's your boy, TJ
    Ain't doing a verse on my shit, I already killed it
    Let these legends holla at ya, TIP
    (Yeah, I'm talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
    (It the motherfuckin' king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)

    Big bank, all I do is get bank
    Niggas hating on me but they bitch ain't
    So conceited, I don't think my shit stank
    400,000 dollars on a Mulsanne
    Come and kick it with a west side nigga
    Think I ain't about that action, wanna bet my nigga?
    All day thumbing through the check my nigga
    Boy you broke, you can't even be a threat my nigga
    When you're talking to me say it with your chest little nigga
    I pull up on your set and make a mess little nigga
    Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O's
    Wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
    Gold yacht, Master Presi' diamond in those
    And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
    A true trap nigga, I done sold everything
    Trouble Man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything
    I said Trouble Man, Hustle Gang, all gold everything

    Bought a gold bottle now we on the Dom
    Big faced Rollie take up half my arm
    Porsche 911 with the Gabby top
    All gold scale, that's my magic box
    Got the soft, my nigga
    Give me thirty minutes, I'll be right witcha
    Got the hard, my nigga
    Let me whip this here I'll get it right to ya
    Goddamn, I'm turnt up
    I think the knob is broke and I don't give a fuck
    Goddamn, I fucked up
    The streets dry as hell, this work hot as fuck
    You want white for a deuce, take it easy man
    Shit I paid less for a pair of Yeezy's man
    All I wanna know if I'ma bounce with her
    Bitch talk me to death like I'm a counsellor
    She popped a Molly I'm guessing (woo)
    But if she throwing the pussy I'm catching (woo)
    .223 with a silencer
    He wanna rock that shit with the flyest fur
    All gold like Montana (Tony)
    Hoes all in my phantom (Rollies)
    Young done killed the Gold Remix
    A nigga don't like it God damn him, Young

    Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
    Gold all in my watch
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Nigga nigga nigga
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Nigga nigga nigga
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
    Gold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch

    Avon all in my hair, snakeskin all on my hat
    Hit your girl with my chains on so that's gold all on her back
    Gold all on my watch, so big it's like a clock
    Some people wear fox fur, on the Source cover I wore a fox
    This for all the DJ's that got this on replay
    See I sell a brick on eBay, then I celebrate
    Several bitches in every state
    I'm in Miami with Wayne trying to skate, my family straight
    Ay your ho 'bout to hyperventilate, I owe her one, we did a 68
    I say hoes, my nigga, them ain't red bottoms, her bottom brown
    I'm smoking strong, my nigga, I'm on loud, not Bobby Brown
    That's souf side up in here, I spell south with a F
    F stand for fuck y'all if you ain't fucking with my set
    Fuck with me and I'm busting, fuck with me and I'm busting
    Every time you see me think about what it would be if I ain't do nothing
    Damn right, I'm stunting, damn right, I'm styling
    Just got a girl chauffeur and we on a motorcycle and she driving
    This Versace, that Versace, this Versace, too
    I got killers watching, niggas watching, bitches watching me too
    See I'm on lean, on loud, and I got my own lane
    You need to mind your own business, it's 2 Chainz and Trinidad (James)

    Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
    Gold all in my watch
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Nigga nigga nigga
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Nigga nigga nigga
    Don't believe me, just watch
    Don't believe me, just watch

    Ain't shit changed, I still don't fuck with fuck niggas
    And if you a fuck nigga I'm talking 'bout you
    Your bitch yeah said she popped a molly, she sweating
    Woo Writer/s: DEVON GALLASPY, NICHOLAUS WILLIAMS
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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