All Gold Everything (feat. Reek Da Villian & J-Doe)

Ayo, why you niggas wanna try to complicate shit?

Why y'all niggas wanna try to ask me questions now?

Y'all know what the f*ck I do, man

Don't ask me shit, man

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring

Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch

Don't believe just watch

Don't believe just watch

Don't believe just watch

Don't believe just watch

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring

Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch

Get up off my block, nigga

See the gold Musson drop top, nigga?

Pinky ring make a bitch fart, nigga

30-karat yellow canary rock, in her

Look, you got nerve lil' nigga

King Tut ready, to the curb, lil' nigga

I hope you listenin' to every word, lil' nigga

Full course comin', this the hors d'oeuvre, lil' nigga

Three-kilo gold Cuban on my neck, homie

Three dice roll Cee-Lo when I bet only

All gold uniform like my name Kobe

All gold unicorn pendent on my trophy

World champ of this whole shit, niggas know me

So much gold niggas bitches call me Goldie

Did so much for the game, niggas owe me

For the co-sign I'm the one you gotta go see

Before you niggas try to approach me

Just know I'm in the corner, kinda busy where the hoes be

I'm the coke layin' under where they nose be

You the joke, niggas laughing at you low key

Now get to know the way the bro live

Derek Lam gold frames up on my nose bridge

Gold Ace bottles fillin' up my whole fridge

Showcase models, nails, toes did

Solid gold, kid

Gold all in my chain, gold all on my wall

Not only do I kill verses, but I wrote all of your favourite songs

Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, killer rollin' in tank

Yeah I got plaques all on my wall, and I got stacks all in my bank

Nigga, nigga, nigga

How the f*ck can you hate, ungh

When I'm just doin' my thing? Aye!

What other nigga you know, write pop songs, rap and make base? None

I am original, these other rappers sound typical

I got it locked in the figure-four

And they could never see me, I'm invisible

And I got...

Gold chain on my frame with the gold Jesus

Whole bank in my jeans I'm a gold Visa

Gold bling in my ring like a Saints helmet

Gold rappers on my dick then your girl pelvis

F*ck, boy... we don't f*ck with no broke dudes

My jewelry game is bicoastal

And my piece is on my stomach like soul food

Your homie snitchin', he so fool

Over bread I'm a show him what the toast do

Seein' lines in HD like Pro Tools

Then hit the Hamptons and throw on my boat shoes

Cruise the Atlantic, stoppin' out in Trinidad

Make a movie, turn a island into Cinemax

Gold album would appear from a pen and pad...

Assemble that...