Fool's Gold
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine like the heavens
Bitch I might just pull up in that who knows
Niggas ain't solid fools gold
Whoa you should know etiquette no settlin
No fuckin wit me bro celibate
Gross like I'm Dope peddling whole selling it
Oh they want all the smoke choke inhalin it
4 chains on gold medalist
Slow fa all you niggas somebody tell a bitch
Glow godly aura flow devilish
Throw all buckets when they throwin that rhetoric
Campaign strong like I'm a chose canidate
Champagne pourin super bowl shananagans
Dam thing foreign she keep them them hoes panicin
Toes planted a goat I had go channel it
Might cop a whole mansion put the whole fam in it
Still pullin strings Carlos Santa shit
Still pulling stings I wasn't borrowed or handed sht
Never played it safe always chose gamlin
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine
Like the heavens bitch I might just pull up in that who knows
Niggas ain't solid fools gold
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine
Like the heavens nigga many called only few chose
Stop it we ain't rockin fools gold
Hall of famer in city call me the new rose
Concrete what you ain't been thru shows
Same rolly on my wrist pastor got
You the truth so how much weight them jewels hold
Just one look I see ya true soul niggas jealous
Ion take it personal my city use to niggas failin
Chose a hater you coulda been a apprentice
You better trailin my path it's wrath for gettin in it lil nigga
Tryna make that fuckin money machine glitch
Rozay say you broke less the whole team rich
Wifey say you broke less the fam strait
Niggas chains be just shackles don't hold no dam weight
Profit wise I'm holdin look how the plan shake
Profiside like Moses look how the lamb race
Got it out the mud look how the champ taste
Kept it solid so my camp strait gotta stay
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine
Like the heavens bitch I might just pull up in that who knows
Niggas ain't solid fools gold
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine
Like the heavens nigga many called only few chose
Stop it we ain't rockin fools gold
Bitch I might just pull up in that who knows
Niggas ain't solid fools gold
Whoa you should know etiquette no settlin
No fuckin wit me bro celibate
Gross like I'm Dope peddling whole selling it
Oh they want all the smoke choke inhalin it
4 chains on gold medalist
Slow fa all you niggas somebody tell a bitch
Glow godly aura flow devilish
Throw all buckets when they throwin that rhetoric
Campaign strong like I'm a chose canidate
Champagne pourin super bowl shananagans
Dam thing foreign she keep them them hoes panicin
Toes planted a goat I had go channel it
Might cop a whole mansion put the whole fam in it
Still pullin strings Carlos Santa shit
Still pulling stings I wasn't borrowed or handed sht
Never played it safe always chose gamlin
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine
Like the heavens bitch I might just pull up in that who knows
Niggas ain't solid fools gold
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine
Like the heavens nigga many called only few chose
Stop it we ain't rockin fools gold
Hall of famer in city call me the new rose
Concrete what you ain't been thru shows
Same rolly on my wrist pastor got
You the truth so how much weight them jewels hold
Just one look I see ya true soul niggas jealous
Ion take it personal my city use to niggas failin
Chose a hater you coulda been a apprentice
You better trailin my path it's wrath for gettin in it lil nigga
Tryna make that fuckin money machine glitch
Rozay say you broke less the whole team rich
Wifey say you broke less the fam strait
Niggas chains be just shackles don't hold no dam weight
Profit wise I'm holdin look how the plan shake
Profiside like Moses look how the lamb race
Got it out the mud look how the champ taste
Kept it solid so my camp strait gotta stay
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine
Like the heavens bitch I might just pull up in that who knows
Niggas ain't solid fools gold
I'm 2-4-k twenty four seven when that light hit it shine
Like the heavens nigga many called only few chose
Stop it we ain't rockin fools gold
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Writer(s): Timmy Tappan, Don Roth
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