Ghetto Gold

Aye, ooooh

Take a look at all this ice on

It's just this ghetto gold

Aye, just this ghetto gold

Yay, yay

I went to Oak Park High, but I ain't live there (Bitch)

Before I get to goin' on this bitch, let's make this shit clear

You can tell I'm getting money by the shit I wear

Spend a hour tryna figure which Louis should I wear

I smash hoes and forget 'em I don't give a care

Joey did the Trues, the big stitchin' and it's ten in there

Vernor's in my cup, crushed ice and some Henn' in there

Yo' bitch pussy good I ain't heard it, I been in there

I don't lie on my dick 'cause it's pointless

Got so many hoes, to fuck with me you set appointments

Pull up at the club in the E-Way, hoes pointin'

I'm a short **** ballin', call me Earl Boykins

Red Louis shades, you can tell I'm truly paid

Step in K.O.D., it's 'bout to be a movie made

All my shooters 'round me ,****, so do behave

Cause they trigger happy and they quick to let the toolie spray

Ghetto gold

Yeah ****, it's in my history

In the D, yeah, **** we run the streets (Run the streets)

It's just ghetto gold

Fuckin' hoes, getting money ain't shit to me (Shit to me)

Foreign whips, big ass cribs, it's like we living in a fantasy (Fantasy)

It's just ghetto gold

Yeah

VVS's on my neck, got yo' bitch smilin'

Later on that night, I fucked her on a pile of thousands

**** hating, they can't take it but they hoes houndin'

Taking trips to ATL, out of town clownin'

You **** losin', I'ma prove it when we come around

Pull up in something nasty, make you turn around

Butt naked bitches in the loft runnin' 'round

And I'm with my homeboy, we 'bout to gun 'em down

Cause when it comes to hoes, we hit the tight ones

**** wanna fight cause the ice look like white ones

Clarity, y'all ain't fucking with it's clearly

No swipin' cards, bitch, we get our money fairly

Everywhere I go, every bitch wanna stare at me

It's fur up in these Guccis, they ain't never seen a pair of these (Where them from?)

I fuck hoes and I shake 'em like a pair of D's

I'm a boss, no **** my age can compare too me (Bitch)

Ghetto gold

Yeah ****, it's in my history

In the D, yeah, **** we run the streets (Run the streets)

It's just ghetto gold

Fuckin' hoes, getting money ain't shit to me (Shit to me)

Foreign whips, big ass cribs, it's like we living in a fantasy (Fantasy)

It's just ghetto gold

Wake up in the suite, with the candles lit

Laying down right next to me is yo' bitch

Only thing I know about her is she so thick

So, we fuck and keep it moving, act like we don't know shit

Cause she my lowkey bitch she better play her role

She wanted me, ****, don't be mad your bitch chose

I live a mob life, I rock ice and fuck hoes

All I know how to do is count money and serve custos

She your bitch, but she won't let my nuts go

All up in my business, bitch, beat it, I don't trust hoes

My chain rose gold and my Yays too

The bezel flooded on the watch and it's banged too

My **** Quis hitting' her and I banged too

I'm getting money and my **** do the same too

Tell you the truth, I don't think is shit we ain't do

Tell you the truth, I don't think is shit we can't do, ****

Ghetto gold

Yeah ****, it's in my history

In the D, yeah, **** we run the streets (Run the streets)

It's just ghetto gold

Fuckin' hoes, getting money ain't shit to me (Shit to me)

Foreign whips, big ass cribs, it's like we living in a fantasy (Fantasy)

It's just ghetto gold

We around this bitch with runnin' around with ten-twenty thousand dollars worth of jewelry (Made over fifty this summer, for real)

Not to mention the Benzes and the cribs

You **** ain't got that far yet

Better worry about washin' them dishes and takin' that trash out 'fore yo' mama get home, **** (Don't get kicked out, ****)

Fifteen Gs just for the Rollie, fully blown band, ****

Ghetto Gold