Gold Chains / Gold Chain Swangin
Rain on the sunroof yeah
Rain on the sunroof yeah
Rain on the sunroof yeah
Rain on the sunroof yeah
Gold gold chain swinging
Wants her butt bigger
I told her stop fucking with them fuck niggas
I outlined the lecture
With the crocodile texture
If you intellectual never disrespectful
Nice Versace knifers
Hold it down like staples watch how I
Stack the paper pull a purple maple
So turn the tables i deserve to be grateful
I pull up at Notredame
In the candy grapefruit isake, number 9
Shade by Geneful when I roll up through
With the golden handlebars the suit is aqua
But the shoes is tiger-grip
Jump off the ship
With the Bruce Lee wing tips notice the wind
I know the rise the Benz on corners
With all winds gotta hang on the rim rIFF!
Gold gold chain swinging
Wants her butt bigger
I told her stop fucking with them fuck niggas
Gold gold chain swinging
Wants her butt bigger
I told her stop fucking with them fuck niggas
Bitches go round, niggas getting slammed
Plates on plates, grams on grams
That's another case you can thank Uncle Sam
What what makes that money talk
What what what makes them hoes dance
Gold chain swinging, wants her butt bigger
I told her stop fucking with them fuck niggas
Fucked off, for a Mit'subishi
Puffing on that seaweed, apartment in Tahiti
I want them nasty bitches
Who hula hoop my peepee
All night repeat, poke up out a TV
Be my main feature, fuck her then ideally
She sipping on that slushie
The whisky makes her slutty
Ja don't get it twisted
Her faith is in the money funny ha
Her faith is in the money
I'm pushing everything like it's meta yang
Address my levels bitch like I'm Eddie James
I'm bout my cheddar man I'm tryna cop a plane
A couple buildings bitches
Thinking I'm insane
I'm smoking marijuana that'll paralyse you
And bitch I'm higher than a paraglider
I'm shooting dice like I'm all in
Flocking New York after Houston
Like I'm Jade Lynn
All day day bitches, tryna, play friends
Knowing if I wanted ho, I could pay your rent
And I ain't really tripping cuz
It's ten per shawty
All your bitches and your sisters know me
Homie lOG I see I liz up, on these speakers
Trapzillas trap keep her everybody need one
I'm ballin i should've played for Tahiti
And rhymes I spit graffiti bitch