So we spend the final days looking for gold The smoke that rises from our stone will turn this world to dust High and low, above below We look in
t givin it a fuck King diamonds for the wify, 15 karats for da soulja truck Blow to da bone 2.2 pearly gold and I'm still sewing it down Moon roof to
in it, that spin in it for mine Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta Oh no thank ya, I earned my key My name'll get you fucked up
investigators They ain't got one problem with this Square face watch look like Sponge Bob on the wrist One white, one gold, one nice, untold You can look
mon.. you know its g's up C.O.'s down If I freeze up its kilos now Pick trees up its 3-4 pounds Fill the bees up ?til these bro's drown I snatch a few
the Bucks and Brewers throw backs [Chorus] Throwback this, Throwback that They even look better with the matching hat All you gotta check is the players stats It aint where you for
the same shade as Night Crawler's skin Now throw it up (throw it up) Let it drop down and pop up Slow it up Cause the cops bound to pop up But I don'
up Year later, started to ease up Got her own way, shouted out 'see ya' She skipped away to the shop She found she didn't have enough She clocked him looking
s ours just for fun And then please give me some Listen we'll call her gold and you'll be platinum I just want to see you come (out) [4x] Look I
wrap em up) Let em fuck (suck em up) Getting good [? ] another one No longer cab fare, with surgery and masked air We're lookin at your money, but ca can't look up
kitchen wipping up a batch Batch of them pies for all the time guys Watching out for the FED they be in disguise Looking like G looking like ballas Looking
to that skinny bitch with the rigid gold, you need to shut the hell up Tal'n bout I made you suck my dick for a ride, yeah I made your throat swell up
Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride We fuck them niggaz heads up, when this shit drop Cause y'all other niggaz, fucking up hip-hop I can't stop I won
partna I know it look nice A 4-5 fuck around, hit a nigga you'll get took twice Might get beat up and robbed, or you might get beat up and shot It all
down these war grounds Nigga pull up your hands, just look at each other But guaranteed to beat up a bitch he gon' wanna make me suffer So I shoot first, look
leaving many mo' dead Up in the motherfucking bushes, nigga don't push me I'll leave the scene red and gushy, like pussy Don't give a fuck about nothing
North, look for the ice in the starch There we go there we go, see our diamonds gon glow Houston Texas in the do', pour a pint fuck a fo' No longer sitting