Ghetto Gold lyrics

[Doughboy Clay]
Aye, uhuuu
Take a look at all this ice on
It's just ghetto gold

[Verse 1: Kiddo]
I went to Oak Park High but I ain't live there b*tch
Before I get to goin' on this b*tch, let's make this sh*t clear
You can tell I'm getting money by the sh*t I wear
Spend a hour tryna figure which Louie should I wear
I smash hoes and forget 'em I don't give a care
Joey did the Tru's the big stitchin and there's 10 in there
Wine is in my cup, crushed ice and some Henn' in there
Your b*tch pus*y good I ain't heard it, I been in there
I don't lie on my di*k cause it's pointless
Got so many hoes that f*ck with me who set appointments
Pullin' back to the club in the E-Way, hoes pointin'
I'm a short n*gga balling call me Earl Boykins
Red Louie shades you can tell I'm truly paid
Step in KOD it's 'bout to be a movie made
All my shooters 'round me n*gga, so do behave
Cause they trigger happy and they quick to let the toolie spray

[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah n*gga, it's in my history
In the D, yeah n*gga we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
f*cking hoes, getting money ain't sh*t to me
Foreign whips, big ass cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold
[Verse 2: Kiddo]
VVS is on my neck, got your b*tch smiling
Later on that night, I f*cked her on a pile of thousands
n*ggas hating, they can't take it but they hoes hound it
Taking trips to ATL, [?]
You n*ggas losing, I'm approving when we come around
Pull up in something nasty, make you turn around
Butt naked b*tches in the loft running 'round
And I'm with my homeboy we 'bout to gun 'em down
Cause when it comes to hoes, we hit the tight ones
n*ggas wanna fight cause the ice look like white ones
Clarity, y'all ain't f*cking with it's clearly
No swiper cards b*tch we get our money fairly
Everywhere I go, every b*tch wanna stare at me
It's fur up in these Gucci's they ain't never seen a pair of these
I f*ck hoes and I shake 'em like a pair of d's
I'm a boss, no n*gga my age can compare too Mitch

[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah n*gga, it's in my history
In the D, yeah n*gga we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
f*cking hoes, getting money ain't sh*t to me
Foreign whips, big ass cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold
[Verse 3: Kiddo]
Wake up in the suite, with the candles lit
Laying down right next to me is your b*tch
Only thing I know about her is she so thick
So we f*cking, keep it moving act like we don't know sh*t
Cause she my lowkey b*tch she better play her role
She wanted me n*gga, don't be mad your b*tch chose
I live a mob life, I rock ice and f*ck hoes
All I know how to do is count money and serve custo's
She your b*tch but she won't let my nuts go
All up in my business b*tch beat it, I don't trust hoes
My chain rose gold and my yay is too
The bezel flooded on the watch and his bank too
My n*gga Quis, he and her in our bank too
I'm getting money and my n*ggas do the same too
Tell you the truth I don't think is sh*t we ain't do
Tell you the truth I don't think is sh*t we can't do n*gga

[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah n*gga, it's in my history
In the D, yeah n*gga we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
f*cking hoes, getting money ain't sh*t to me
Foreign whips, big ass cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold