Gold Medal lyrics

[Intro]
(808 Mafia)

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Maison Mihara on my feet, not Margiela (Maison, Maison Mihara, ayy)
She gon' let me f*ck, it ain't nothin' you can tell her
I just took some bands out the bank at the live teller (It ain't nothin')
It ain't nothin' to me, I spent it all on this sweater (It ain't nothin')
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, talkin' 'bout b*tches, I got several (I swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
If havin' hoes was a sport then I'd have a gold medal (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
And I ain't worried 'bout a opp, let 'em die slow like rose petals (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
If they try me get popped, I guess they should've known better (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')

[Verse 1: International Jefe]
You should've known better (Ah)
You need some more cheddar (Ooh)
I got some more choppers, yeah
I got a brand-new Beretta (New)
I dropped out of school and bought me a tool
I'm ridin' 'round like I'm the devil
Yeah, I f*cked that lil' b*tch on the molly (Molly)
Yeah, she suck on my di*k then she swallow it (Swallow it)
The apes ain't seen a drought (Ooh)
These n*ggas be tellin' about it (Ooh)
The reason I'm in and out (Yeah)
These n*ggas be actin' like cops (Cops)
I don't make peace with opps (Nah)
I don't give a f*ck 'bout a opp (Nah)
I pull up with sticks then mop (Mop)
I mop a n*gga block (No cap)
I pull up and pop the top (b*tch)
[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Maison Mihara on my feet, not Margiela (Maison, ayy)
She gon' let me f*ck, it ain't nothin' you can tell her
I just took some bands out the bank at the live teller (It ain't nothin')
It ain't nothin' to me, I spent it all on this sweater (It ain't nothin')
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, talkin' 'bout b*tches, I got several (I swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
If havin' hoes was a sport then I'd have a gold medal (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
And I ain't worried 'bout a opp, let 'em die slow like rose petals (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
If they try me get popped, I guess they should've known better (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')

[Verse 2: Lil Unky]
n*ggas hatin' on me, I made it out the street
Swear to God, He was with me, yeah, I was just a wannabe
pus*y n*gga hatin' you for that ho to blow your top
Still posted up with kilos on 800 Block (I'm on there)
MaddMax and Ken, they gon' blow (They gon' blow)
I ain't never had a job, I'd rather pour the four (Pour the four)
All my friends locked up for fraud, ain't talkin' card (Ain't no card)
Lil' bad b*tch, she suck me while this sausage getting hard, 800

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Maison Mihara on my feet, not Margiela (Maison, Maison Mihara, ayy)
She gon' let me f*ck, it ain't nothin' you can tell her
I just took some bands out the bank at the live teller (It ain't nothin')
It ain't nothin' to me, I spent it all on this sweater (It ain't nothin')
Yeah, it ain't nothin' to me, talkin' 'bout b*tches, I got several (I swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
If havin' hoes was a sport then I'd have a gold medal (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
And I ain't worried 'bout a opp, let 'em die slow like rose petals (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')
If they try me get popped, I guess they should've known better (Swear, yeah, it ain't nothin')