What They Saying
Yeah
Gold in my teeth
Gold, it's gold
Ice on my wrist
Its icy, its cold
House on my neck, on this neck (yeah)
Rolling in the Benz
Rolling up the bands (rolling up that shit, yeah)
(Aye) Met this shawty ya she like me
I'm gon fuck her to some Nikes
Ya that Frank be hitting good
Make her feel like being wifey
Not the type to hit her up
But I'm feeling like Tyson
Knock her lights (knock her out)
Her main nigga ain't ever gonna find out
Tell me why now
These other bitches seem to want some pipe now
Young heartbreak nigga
I'm making bitches fucking cry now
She gon send me her locay
Then I be on the way
I'm gon fuck her in the face
And I'm gon fuck her everyway
Never met a nigga like me she tell me that everyday
And I promise you won't catch me lacking blast that on replay
If I find out that you niggas packing just know that I spray
I'm just playing you know that I'm capping I don't even bang
(Yeah) Gold in my teeth
Ice on my wrist
House on my neck
Rolling in the Benz
Rolling up the bands
.44 in the cut
40 in the bag
Joint on the lips
Xanies in my hand (yeah)
Full vamp I'm trying to drain them of that energy like Carti be
I'm off that percocet like Cardi B in 2017
Spinning off the block these niggas ain't trying to front on me
Teaching lessons to niggas like ABC and ya 123
These niggas bitches I prayed for em' they preyed on me
Back in the day if it was beef nigga I stayed on em'
Put K's on em'
Walked down and sprayed on em'
Lucky for you, this ain't back in the day's homie
Got a call from this bitch I knew long time ago
She asked me do I want to link, and I said hell no
My moral code is always get the money over hoes
A hundred bands and I can count it with my eyes closed
Its crazy how these bitches ain't know me a month ago
They see me up and now they wanna fuck me on low
Just a distraction, I might fuck but won't cuff the hoe
Want me to be a man, I closed the curtains on that show
(Yeah) Gold in my teeth
Ice on my wrist
House on my neck
Rolling in the Benz
Rolling up the bands
.44 in the cut
40 in the bag
Joint on the lips
Xanies in my hand (yeah)
That's it
Gold in my teeth
Gold, it's gold
Ice on my wrist
Its icy, its cold
House on my neck, on this neck (yeah)
Rolling in the Benz
Rolling up the bands (rolling up that shit, yeah)
(Aye) Met this shawty ya she like me
I'm gon fuck her to some Nikes
Ya that Frank be hitting good
Make her feel like being wifey
Not the type to hit her up
But I'm feeling like Tyson
Knock her lights (knock her out)
Her main nigga ain't ever gonna find out
Tell me why now
These other bitches seem to want some pipe now
Young heartbreak nigga
I'm making bitches fucking cry now
She gon send me her locay
Then I be on the way
I'm gon fuck her in the face
And I'm gon fuck her everyway
Never met a nigga like me she tell me that everyday
And I promise you won't catch me lacking blast that on replay
If I find out that you niggas packing just know that I spray
I'm just playing you know that I'm capping I don't even bang
(Yeah) Gold in my teeth
Ice on my wrist
House on my neck
Rolling in the Benz
Rolling up the bands
.44 in the cut
40 in the bag
Joint on the lips
Xanies in my hand (yeah)
Full vamp I'm trying to drain them of that energy like Carti be
I'm off that percocet like Cardi B in 2017
Spinning off the block these niggas ain't trying to front on me
Teaching lessons to niggas like ABC and ya 123
These niggas bitches I prayed for em' they preyed on me
Back in the day if it was beef nigga I stayed on em'
Put K's on em'
Walked down and sprayed on em'
Lucky for you, this ain't back in the day's homie
Got a call from this bitch I knew long time ago
She asked me do I want to link, and I said hell no
My moral code is always get the money over hoes
A hundred bands and I can count it with my eyes closed
Its crazy how these bitches ain't know me a month ago
They see me up and now they wanna fuck me on low
Just a distraction, I might fuck but won't cuff the hoe
Want me to be a man, I closed the curtains on that show
(Yeah) Gold in my teeth
Ice on my wrist
House on my neck
Rolling in the Benz
Rolling up the bands
.44 in the cut
40 in the bag
Joint on the lips
Xanies in my hand (yeah)
That's it
Credits
Writer(s): Meli Satavu
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