Gold Video (MV)

Walk to the front, go hit the woah
Walk to the bank, go hit the woah
I got the motherf*ckin' wrist made of gold
Look at your motherf*ckin' chain, yeah
Walk in the room, they say hello
F*ckin' that bitch, she sayin' oh no
Look at my motherf*ckin' wrist, how it glows
Like when some shooters, they bang

Yeah, on top of bags on top of Louis V rags
I got my motherf*ckin' chain put on my motherf*ckin' chain
Look at my bitch, how she hang
Look at my motherf*ckin' wrist and it's made out of gold
Look at your neck and it froze
Look at my bitch and she cold
Why is my heart so cold
Cold water and ice, huh baby, you know I don't bite, huh
F*ck it, I'll give it one night, huh beat it like Tyson, no Mike, huh
I'ma sit on my throne
King of this shit, yeah, my time is gold

Heart on my sleeve and I'm feelin' real bold
Don't get no sleep, no, we always on go
Gold, yeah, gold (No, we always on gold)
Gold, yeah, gold (My time is gold)
Gold, (My time is money)
Gold, (I know that it's funny), gold

You dig
Chains and locks, gonna go platinum, off the XTC, I want the top
You cannot f*ck with me, I wear a magnum. She on top of my dick, but I just want the slob
I don't want these bitches that talk to the ops I want a fast car that can fly past the cops
I'm wearin' all gold from my head to my socks. We up on Rodeo, we sold out the shops (You dig)
Whippin' that tonka, big body
Stay with my brothers like Sherman and Peabody
Remember I was down at the bottom with nobody
Ha ha ha ha, f*ck

Stick out that tongue, put my dick on it, know I go stupid go retarded
All black, good nigga, I got it and you know that this slick got that cream on it
I got that glock with a beam on it shoot at his eyes don't need windows to see out it
I walk around, with the cup that I sip out of
That nigga went out of luck when we shot at him, l ately I don't give a f*ck
So he ran out of weed, nigga, damn, that's tough
I'm out there dippin' and roll up a blunt, got your bitch shaking ass just for a couple f*ckin' bucks
Now I ain't gon' lie, I've been that nigga, talk out of line, you get smoked like a swisher
That bitch sucked my dick and then he kissed her
Montclair coat on for the winter (Key)

Gold, yeah, gold, no, we always on gold
Gold, yeah, gold, no, we always on
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