Put it up up up get your luggage in the trunk these aren't fingers they aren't snakes that make a sound building houses out of bricks line them up up
in the struggle Hold up my nigga, one day we gon bubble Nigga we'll shine, we gon put it down I'ma pimp my motherfucking pen, one time Hold up, nothing
about now it's about that time You know I crack the coconut and I twist up the lime I've been on the road like a Seminole warrior Passing up the tales
Egocentric, egotripping with frequent flashed smiles [Esoteric:] You want to set it on us? We got gold medals on us We rep the veterans like Dan & them, you read up
your drinks up (throw 'em up) Make your waist and the bassline sync up To my thug cats with they arms inked up Throw 'em up what? Throw 'em up what? To
[Celph Titled] Eso, what up son? you know how the fuck we do, motherfuckin Demigods Motherfuckin Army of the Pharoahs It's murder death kill playboy,
(Lyrics: Gold/music: Gold-Bloss) There's no more place to go The other bars are closed The night the stranger came to town How do you know When you're
and ball Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes from malls "Arms, and ya city's got the.." [3x] Titties saggin lookin like they got four arms Gold bottles
pimp hoes and ball Strip hoes in bars, steal clothes from malls "Arms, and ya city's got the.." [3x] Titties saggin lookin like they got four arms Gold
up your house? Killing your foster mammas and coming back to get your parents. Well I have it - these rhymes are fourteen karat, solid gold! Rappers
come across a couple of two faced cunts Come across a couple of gold digging sluts But I don't even drop them a nut Do you ever wake up like, what do
a heart attack he's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back you shoudn't come around here singing up at people like that anyway
a black Mack-11 Under the black leather Platforms, a hat with a feather I was so naughty, drivin a gold Audi All we did was throw parties And show up with Gold
decision You tryna make a come up in my city, it's a given Plus a nigga famous Plus I got a vision Not to mention havin' bars like a mothafuckin' prison
'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat And we'll hang out in the coolest bars In the VIP with the movie stars Every good gold digger's Gonna wind up
