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Young Dolph, Key Glock - Pot Of Gold (Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Darryl McCorkell
Darryl McCorkell
Composer
Emmanuel Iledare
Emmanuel Iledare
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
Stefanos Gjika
Stefanos Gjika
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie iL
Mannie iL
Producer
Cheeze Beatz
Cheeze Beatz
Producer
Kaishen
Kaishen
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Cheeze)
(Yo Mannie)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
[Chorus]
One thing I never needed was a ho (No)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (No)
Fuck the rap game, man, these **** ain't my bro (No)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (Racks)
I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (Yeah)
I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (Yeah)
I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (Yeah)
Diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walking pot of gold, woah
[Verse 1]
Uh huh
Here we go, here we go, here we go (Yeah, yeah)
He a clown, he just wanna put on a show (Yeah, yeah)
See what he been thinking, leave his brains all on the floor (Yeah, yeah)
This shit I been drinking, mane, I pour it by the four (Yeah, yeah)
When they least expect it when you kick in a door
Every time I fuck her, she beg me to grab her by her throat
In the back of the double R truck smoking, riding through the snow
If you ever crossed me before, I'm putting your ass in that scope (Baow)
Had to change my surroundings, it gave me a fucked up mentality (Damn)
My spot in the hood a multi-million dollar establishment (They love me)
Come down Elvis Presley Boulevard, make a right on Mallory (Where you from?)
From where the dope boys make a million dollar salary, ayy
[Chorus]
One thing I never needed was a ho (No)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (No)
Fuck the rap game, man, these **** ain't my bro (No)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (Racks)
I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (Yeah)
I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (Yeah)
I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (Yeah)
Diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walking pot of gold, woah
[Verse 2]
Ayy, it's fuck you and whoever else hating (Motherfucker)
I took a look in the mirror, said boy you major (Yeah, yeah)
Just told myself that it is never too much paper
I got like fifty bitches, none of 'em getting saved
I started on the block now I'm up on the stage (Yeah, yeah)
Either way it go, I don't give a fuck, I'ma get paid (Yeah, yeah)
Been fighting demons lately, just poured another eight, ayy
Go ask the opps, know how I rock, yeah, Glock don't play (Yeah, yeah)
My youngins clapped 'em with the chops like ayy, bay, bay, aye
My heart is cold, got codeine all up in my Faygo, woah
Killers on standby, they gon' do what I say so
Don't confuse me with these ****, you know that
[Chorus]
One thing I never needed was a ho (No)
And another thing, I never told on not a soul (No)
Fuck the rap game, man, these **** ain't my bro (No)
I keep a pocket full of twenties, fifties, and hunchos (Racks)
I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up my dough (Yeah)
I just get that dough, collect my dough, run up that dough (Yeah)
I heard you want the smoke, who want the smoke? I smoke your folks (Yeah)
Diamonds like a rainbow, I'm a walking pot of gold, woah
Written by: Adolph Robert Thornton Jr., Darryl McCorkell, Emmanuel Iledare, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Stefanos Gjika
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