Goldie

Uh, uh, I said it must be 'cause a **** got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes

And them college girls write a **** name on they toes

**** talk shit till they get lockjaw

Chrome to your dome till you get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off

Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness

My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces

Cristal go by the cases, wait, hold up, that was racist

I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it

A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement

I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest

Somehow, it seems girls in they late teens

Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked, 'cause you famous

Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us

So, tell me what yo name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless

You aim it 'fore you bang it, let that banger leave you brainless

It's just me, myself, and I, and mothafuckers that I came with

Miscellaneous, **** wanna hate on me

Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G

Low key, **** mad 'cause I'm smooth, puffing Zig Zags

Tell 'em quit the riff-raff, bitching with yo' bitch ass

I said it must be 'cause a **** got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes

And them college girls, write a **** name on they toes

**** talk shit till they get lockjaw

Chrome to your dome till you get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off

Yes, I'm the shit, tell me, do it stink?

It feel good waking up to money in the bank

Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink

And I'm so 'bout it-'bout it, I might roll up in the tank

'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link

And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink

Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank

What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink

You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state

Man on the moon, got a condo out in space

Open up your legs, tell me how it taste

And them **** talkin' shit, so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"

Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick

In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits

I'm the shit, **** mad 'cause I'm smooth, puffin' Zig Zags

Tell 'em quit the riff-raff, bitching with yo' bitch ass

I said it must be 'cause a **** got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes

And them college girls write a **** name on they toes

**** talk shit till they get lockjaw

Chrome to your dome till you get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off

Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off