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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trinidad James
Trinidad James
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholaus Williams
Nicholaus Williams
Songwriter
Devon Gallaspy
Devon Gallaspy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Devon "M.E." Gallaspy
Devon "M.E." Gallaspy
Producer
Justin Padron
Justin Padron
Mixing Engineer
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
Recording Engineer
Jack "SUTHERNFOLK" Brown
Jack "SUTHERNFOLK" Brown
Recording Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you already know man
It's your boy, T. James
Ain't doin' a verse on my shit, I already killed it, ****
Let the legends holla at ya, Tip
(Yeah, I'm talkin' true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
[Verse 2]
Aye (Come on), big bank, all I do is get bank
**** hatin' 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 ****
Think I ain't about that action, wanna bet my ****?
All day thumbin' through the check my ****
Boy you're broke, you can't even be a threat my ****
When you're talkin' to me say it with your chest little ****
I pull up on your set and make a mess little ****
Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O's
Wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
Gold yacht, that's the presi' diamond in those
And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
A true trap ****, I done sold everything
Trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
I said trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
[Verse 3]
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 ****
Give me thirty minutes, I'll be right with ya
Got the hard, my ****
Let me whip this here I'll get it right to ya
Goddamn, I'm turnt up
I think the knob just broke and I don't give a fuck
Goddamn, I'm fucked up
The streets dry as hell, this work high as fuck
She want white, boy, dudes take it easy man
Shit I'd pay less for a pair of Yeezy's man
All I wanna know if I'ma bounce with her
Bitch talkin' me to death like I'm a counselor
She popped a Molly I'm guessin'
But if she throwin' the pussy I'm catchin'
.223 with a silencer
Gonna 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 **** don't like it, goddamn him
[Verse 4]
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
****, ****, ****
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch
****, ****, ****
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
[Verse 5]
Ibn all on my head, snakeskin all in 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
I sell a brick on eBay, then I celebrate
Several bitches in every state
I'm in Miami with Wayne tryin' to skate, and my family straight
Ayo, hoe 'bout to hyperventilate, I owe her one, we did a 68
I say hoes, my ****, them ain't red bottoms, her bottom brown
I'm smokin' strong, my ****, I'm on loud, not Bobby Brown
That's souf side up in here, I spell "souf" with a F
F stand for fuck y'all if you ain't fuckin' with my set
Fuck with me and I'm bustin', fuck with me and I'm bustin'
Every time you see me think about what it would be if I ain't do nothin'
Damn right, I'm stuntin', damn right, I'm stylin'
Just got a girl chauffeur and we on a motorcycle and she drivin'
This Versace, that Versace, this Versace too
I got killers watchin', **** watchin', bitches watchin' 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)
[Verse 6]
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
****, ****, ****
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch
****, ****, ****
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch
[Verse 7]
A'int shit changed, I still don't fuck with fuck ****
And if you a fuck **** I'm talkin' 'bout you
Your bitch said she popped a molly, she sweatin'
Woo
A-Town bitch
Written by: Clifford Harris, Devon Gallaspy, Nicholaus Williams
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