Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ze66y
Songwriter
Daniel Simon Moritz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nategoyard
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Nate
[Verse 2]
Yeah, white gold, me and yo' bitch tight like a tightrope
Eyes closed, you can't see the vision, are you blindfolded?
Haha, you think that she's yours? Nah, that's my ho
Bad bitch in a two-seater with no Geico
[Verse 3]
White gold, me and yo' bitch tight like a tightrope
Eyes closed, you can't see the vision, are you blindfolded?
Haha, you think that she's yours? Nah, that's my ho
Bad bitch in a two-seater with no Geico
[Verse 4]
Yeah, white gold, but I also like redbone bitches
I got an Asian baddie on me and she also like women
(Why so serious?)
I'm not, I'm just curious
How these girls say they love you one day, then bounce by the next, aye
[Verse 5]
I just met her, so I won't double text
I was just in London, sweet life on deck
Got a few K, light flex, aye
She kinda mean, next, aye
I want a bitch who gets a little bit of chest pain
I'm sorry, I guess that's just how it works, its like a trade off, you know
[Verse 6]
Yeah, white gold, me and yo' bitch tight like a tightrope
Eyes closed, you can't see the vision, are you blindfolded?
Haha, you think that she's yours? Nah, that's my ho
Bad bitch in a two-seater with no Geico
[Verse 7]
White gold, me and yo' bitch tight like a tightrope
Eyes closed, you can't see the vision, are you blindfolded?
Haha, you think that she's yours? Nah, that's my ho
Bad bitch in a two-seater with no Geico
[Verse 8]
Ice cold, got some energy like a light pole
I got stones on my fuckin' wrist like a tightrope
No smoke, I be on the dash, going super fast
I don't come in last, promise momma I'ma get a bag
[Verse 9]
Now they wanna see me, diamonds holy water, Fiji
I'ma walk up on your TV, fire burn you like a CD
Woah, I'm 'bout to count up, she wanna spark up the blunt
I'm getting money, wassup? I'm getting money, wassup?
[Verse 10]
Why she always talk about me but she don't hit my phone?
I mean, I guess it's just whatever 'cause I got other ones
And I be throwing all these hundreds in the club till I'm done
Baby, speak to me 'cause I don't even know what you want, uh
[Verse 11]
Yeah, white gold
Written by: Daniel Simon Moritz, Ze66y