Johnny Dang

Gold on my mmmm...

Hoes fucking off for fame
Who you tryna see?
I'm tryna go see Johnny Dang

Mmmm... mmmmm...

I got gold on my chain
Hoes fucking off for fame
I'm tryna go see Johnny Dang
Told that hoe ima artist
Me and him not the same
Poppin all these percocets
So I can't feel the pain (ah)

Four pockets full
They ain't getting it
They just a middle man

I used to skip my class
I'm on the road. Got it on me
What you talk 'bout?
I'm talking 'bout them bags
But be the first one to turn rat

Buscemi
Versace
Different designer (whew) I got options
Put some jewelry on my opps
I know they watchin'
Ain't no need for me stopping

And if you ever play
Put some money on his noggin'
We got drums on them dracs
Put a stock on a carbon

Them niggas they did me wrong
But Ian gone say shit
Where we was?
At the days inn

Ion know what they want from me
But tell them niggas

Where I'm from
I be clutchin' heat
Tryna stay complete



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Sumpter
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