Gold Bars
Gold bars be making my money
So bright we making it sunny
No shade, all paid, self made
Bitch I'll never fade
See stars
Hit the ground running
Maybe this time we'll homerun it
Round and round playground sound
La la la la la
Changing like I'm on tour
Thank a crowd low roar
Honey drips on all fours
But only if we both for it
Okay now
All eyes on me like conference
Epilepsy warning when I'm beaming out the nonsense
Representing when I take the best from my conscious
Let me break it down every letter now on this
I don't rhyme for the paper or the businesses
I just write so you can pay attention to the sentences
Maybe if I pray I can slay one day like I'm Kanye
Watch a gold throne coming your way
Gold bars be making my money
So bright we making it sunny
No shade, all paid, self made
Bitch I'll never fade
See stars
Hit the ground running
Maybe this time we'll homerun it
Round and round playground sound
La la la la la
It's about go down you go crazy
Doesn't rhyme but kills it - kamikazee
Slice like cake so fuckin' easy lalala
Cruisin' by I'm miss daisy
Hazy high got me going mazy
Mazy as a maze maybe I'm amazed like amazing
Tongue twisting like Jay Z
Holes in the ceiling four walls peeling
Rooftop thinking with a basement feeling
Filling in the gaps through my word dealing
Oh my lord if you hear me roar hit me with them horns
So start clapping and feel the rhythm that's hitting bruh
My sisters' fire so they don't need to be burning bra's
And if I want it sold, all is starting to unfold
Since I write it bold, Imma need y'all to sing that gold
Got them gold bricks ready for the shelf now
(Gold)
I don't need the riches cause I got the wealth now
(Gold)
Goddamn how we moving all together now
(Gold)
If they're not into you tell them go to hell now
(Goldfinger, he's the man)
Gold bars be making my money
So bright we making it sunny
No shade, all paid, self made
Bitch I'll never fade
See stars
Hit the ground running
Maybe this time we'll homerun it
Round and round playground sound
La la la la la
(Tell 'em what)
Bitch I'll never fade
So bright we making it sunny
No shade, all paid, self made
Bitch I'll never fade
See stars
Hit the ground running
Maybe this time we'll homerun it
Round and round playground sound
La la la la la
Changing like I'm on tour
Thank a crowd low roar
Honey drips on all fours
But only if we both for it
Okay now
All eyes on me like conference
Epilepsy warning when I'm beaming out the nonsense
Representing when I take the best from my conscious
Let me break it down every letter now on this
I don't rhyme for the paper or the businesses
I just write so you can pay attention to the sentences
Maybe if I pray I can slay one day like I'm Kanye
Watch a gold throne coming your way
Gold bars be making my money
So bright we making it sunny
No shade, all paid, self made
Bitch I'll never fade
See stars
Hit the ground running
Maybe this time we'll homerun it
Round and round playground sound
La la la la la
It's about go down you go crazy
Doesn't rhyme but kills it - kamikazee
Slice like cake so fuckin' easy lalala
Cruisin' by I'm miss daisy
Hazy high got me going mazy
Mazy as a maze maybe I'm amazed like amazing
Tongue twisting like Jay Z
Holes in the ceiling four walls peeling
Rooftop thinking with a basement feeling
Filling in the gaps through my word dealing
Oh my lord if you hear me roar hit me with them horns
So start clapping and feel the rhythm that's hitting bruh
My sisters' fire so they don't need to be burning bra's
And if I want it sold, all is starting to unfold
Since I write it bold, Imma need y'all to sing that gold
Got them gold bricks ready for the shelf now
(Gold)
I don't need the riches cause I got the wealth now
(Gold)
Goddamn how we moving all together now
(Gold)
If they're not into you tell them go to hell now
(Goldfinger, he's the man)
Gold bars be making my money
So bright we making it sunny
No shade, all paid, self made
Bitch I'll never fade
See stars
Hit the ground running
Maybe this time we'll homerun it
Round and round playground sound
La la la la la
(Tell 'em what)
Bitch I'll never fade
Credits
Writer(s): Isgav Dotan, Gal De Paz, Ross Allen Weems
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