Grantd - Golden (feat. Alexander Star) Lyrics

Yea yea yea yea yea yea yea
It's Grant D
A Star watup
U know we golden
Yea ugh

Grant D broadcasting live
Coming straight from 305
Where them clowns all come to front
N trick their bread on pie
Where them scammers know
To take that card and run it too
I Call it Deion Sanders
Run it run it run it
Woooo
Choppers chooping
Chrome dropping
Bass beating real heavy
MacArthur causeway
No traffic on my way to the telly
Fontainebleau up with ya chick
That's what I'm gonna do
A Star gone sing that hook
You know that boy he golden too

I'm ahead of the game
When keeping it real is a rarity
I'm over the clouds
My diamond's are perfect in clarity
She keep on staring at me
Like she never seen a celebrity
Oh my God I'm so good at my job
Man I'm good
Man I'm great
I got the code
To the safe
Ca-ching
Man I'm golden
Feeling golden
Yeah yea yea yea yea yea yeah

Take off I'm bout to fly
Game on lock in 305
I got my foot up on they necks
And I ain't splitting pies
If you wanna hate hate
Boy boy you can get it too
I'll spray you with these hits
Like brr brr brr wooo
Hot n fresh out the kitchen
Rhyme patterns dark n twisted
Just like that chick in Bird Box
Boy you know I got that vision
Flipped the game up on it's head
That's what I'm bout to do
A Star gon sing that hook
You know that boy he golden too

I'm ahead of the game
When keeping it real is a rarity
I'm over the clouds
My diamond's are perfect in clarity
She keep on staring at me
Like she never seen a celebrity
Oh my God I'm so good at my job
Man I'm good
Man I'm great
I got the code
To the safe
Ca-ching
Man I'm Golden
Feeling Golden
Yeah yea yea yea yea yea yeah

Feeling golden
Feeling golden
Feeling golden
Yeah yea yea yea yea yea yeah

Feeling golden
Feeling golden
Feeling golden
Yeah yea yea yea yea yea yeah