GOLD lyrics

[Intro]
Who this? Platna?
Knice on the Sonics
Turn me up, Presso

[Verse]
I'm ballin' everyday and it's with no assists, huh
You n*ggas don't get no bread you play with your b*tch, huh
I gotta wash my hands to put my wrist on
Rolex diamonds dancin', like the fish, huh
Feel like God when we go Gold
All these diamonds on me Cold
b*tch, keep vibin', we gon' grow, yeah
I'm so ahead of these n*ggas, y'all all in the past
I'm making plays in the field and it's all 'bout the pass, wait
How could you call it a chain with all that glass, huh?
I'm just gon' hop out the 'Rari and we gon' spazz, huh
SCALE IT SCALE it up, I got the pound off, ayy
Mail it, mail it out, I got them rounds off, ayy
You ain't talkin' money, get the dial tone
Money, drugs and b*tches, that's on my phone
You better go to church if you need closure
We came out thе hood and turned to soldiers, ayy
Always got them pounds, smokin' doja, ayy
Policе right behind, I check my shoulder, ayy
I'm professional
Girl, look at me now
Bet, she like my style, woo-woo, ayy
She cannot f*ck with a n*gga, I'm really a G
She cannot take off my jewelry, if she does then she gon' freeze
She wanna f*ck with a real n*gga, then she look at me and see
Girl, I'm as real as it be, uh
But we ain't never gon' be
Why would I wife me a b*tch that give no respect, huh
Why would I take her on dates if I just want the sex, huh?
Matter fact, she comin' over and I just want neck now
I just be spittin' that truth, I do not need to flex, huh