POT OF GOLD
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood, I'm a whole pot of gold
Run it up, all my bitches goals
No you not cut like us you gotta reap what you sew
Run it up, all them stories that you told
When we both know that's the shit you not on
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood I'm a whole pot of gold
Ain't no luck involved, ain't no love at all
Im a different breed, cut from a different cloth
You real or fake its getting easier to tell apart
Cant relate I guess you probably wasn't real at all
Im from the A where they were shooting in the streets but this ain't Rucker park
She like my baguettes that's the Lucky charms
All my bitches goals, on my soul, I'm a leprechaun
We was drinking whiskey 'till they black out like the windows on the double R
You know I can't do no good, if it ain't 32% don't put it in my wood
If I ain't make it off the strength I'll make if off my looks
River dancing with the devil that's just what it took, to quick books ima
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood, I'm a whole pot of gold
Run it up, all my bitches goals
No you not cut like us you gotta reap what you sew
Run it up, all them stories that you told
When we both know that's the shit you not on
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood I'm a whole pot of gold
Fuck a hater, They can't rock with me
Got me feeling like the cranberries
Fresh to death when I land, fashion week, Pari
Hit after hit after hit, Ali
Know we going up, but imma land on my feet
They gone gravitate but revolve round me
Think what you want but I know what you need
Top dog, they gone have to run it by me
They not twins, they just friends
Got me in a frenzy
You a pussy dog, poppin' off like pansy
This not YSL, this that Givenchy
Leprechaun, Run it up, just don't run up on me
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood, I'm a whole pot of gold
Run it up, all my bitches goals
No you not cut like us you gotta reap what you sew
Run it up, all them stories that you told
When we both know that's the shit you not on
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood I'm a whole pot of gold
Leprechaun in the hood, I'm a whole pot of gold
Run it up, all my bitches goals
No you not cut like us you gotta reap what you sew
Run it up, all them stories that you told
When we both know that's the shit you not on
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood I'm a whole pot of gold
Ain't no luck involved, ain't no love at all
Im a different breed, cut from a different cloth
You real or fake its getting easier to tell apart
Cant relate I guess you probably wasn't real at all
Im from the A where they were shooting in the streets but this ain't Rucker park
She like my baguettes that's the Lucky charms
All my bitches goals, on my soul, I'm a leprechaun
We was drinking whiskey 'till they black out like the windows on the double R
You know I can't do no good, if it ain't 32% don't put it in my wood
If I ain't make it off the strength I'll make if off my looks
River dancing with the devil that's just what it took, to quick books ima
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood, I'm a whole pot of gold
Run it up, all my bitches goals
No you not cut like us you gotta reap what you sew
Run it up, all them stories that you told
When we both know that's the shit you not on
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood I'm a whole pot of gold
Fuck a hater, They can't rock with me
Got me feeling like the cranberries
Fresh to death when I land, fashion week, Pari
Hit after hit after hit, Ali
Know we going up, but imma land on my feet
They gone gravitate but revolve round me
Think what you want but I know what you need
Top dog, they gone have to run it by me
They not twins, they just friends
Got me in a frenzy
You a pussy dog, poppin' off like pansy
This not YSL, this that Givenchy
Leprechaun, Run it up, just don't run up on me
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood, I'm a whole pot of gold
Run it up, all my bitches goals
No you not cut like us you gotta reap what you sew
Run it up, all them stories that you told
When we both know that's the shit you not on
Run it up, she just want my soul
Leprechaun in the hood I'm a whole pot of gold
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Davis, Dorion Chapman
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