Hrve - Gold Touch Lyrics

Who dat big boy with the gold touch
Who dat big boy with the gold touch
Who dat nigga tryna front huh?
Walk your old ass home before I go nuts

Who dat baby on the sofa
Tell me who dat shawty next to her right
I'm dat nigga with tha gold touch
Yea her bottoms ripe in fashionova
Steady whining till the morning
Shawty you and I it's a finale
Yea you looking fine ain't no finale
And you know your type you sipping rosé
Shawty if I hit it could I be your type
Next morning make you breakfast ain't no Uber rides
Then I hit it ain't no quickie, we feeling the vibe
After this we on the floor, ooh break it low

Who dat big boy with da gold touch
Who dat big boy with the gold touch
Who dat nigga tryna front huh?
Get your old ass home before I go nuts

Who dat big boy with the gold touch
Who dat big boy with da gold touch
Who dat baby on da sofa
Get yah whole ass here then we can go nuts

Who dat nigga with a cool ass year
Staring right back at you, with the coolest braids
And I'm wearing shades baby you lit the day
If I make my move will I be in your way

Or will I bless your day
Won't you come my way
Cuz baby your figure only booming like 808's
I give you no heartbreaks
Cuz I'm just here to stay
I give you love lockdowns
Ain't nobody invades

Shawty if I hit it could I be your type
Next morning make you breakfast ain't no Uber rides
Then I hit it aint no quickie, we feeling the vibe
After this we on the floor, ooh break it low

Who dat big boy with da gold touch
Who dat big boy with the gold touch

Who dat nigga tryna front, huh
Get your old ass home before I go nuts

Who dat big boy with the gold touch
Who dat big boy with da gold touch
Who dat baby on da sofa
Get yah whole ass here then we can go nuts