Gold
Meet us in the lobby
Makin' money, its a hobby
Runway model, strip tease
Internet subscription fees
Magazine centerfold
We aint ever gettin old
Lately feels like everything I touch turns to gold
Everything I touch turns to gold
Aight
Everything I touch turns to gold
New whip, new clothes
New money, guess it shows
Keep all my options on the table
You a deal, I'mma close
If you want to make a trade
I'll show you my portfolio
Upgrade your operating system
I got all you need to know
They say I got the midas touch
Everybody talkin say I shine too much
But the drips insane and the cash dont fade
And I see ya legs shake when ya feel my touch
Ah - I made a deal with the devil
Told him if he wanna, he can get on my level
Told him if he wanna, we can share the wealth
Ya wanna get to heaven, gotta go through hell
First step, gotta get ya walk right
Left foot right foot, gotta keep the stride light
Step two, sign ya name on the line
If ya eyes don't shine, they can see through ya lies
I never ever said I'd sell away my soul
But lately feels like everything I touch turns to gold
Aight
Everything I touch turns to gold
Aight
Everything I touch turns to gold
Everything I touch turns to gold
Aight
Everything I touch turns to gold
Makin' money, its a hobby
Runway model, strip tease
Internet subscription fees
Magazine centerfold
We aint ever gettin old
Lately feels like everything I touch turns to gold
Everything I touch turns to gold
Aight
Everything I touch turns to gold
New whip, new clothes
New money, guess it shows
Keep all my options on the table
You a deal, I'mma close
If you want to make a trade
I'll show you my portfolio
Upgrade your operating system
I got all you need to know
They say I got the midas touch
Everybody talkin say I shine too much
But the drips insane and the cash dont fade
And I see ya legs shake when ya feel my touch
Ah - I made a deal with the devil
Told him if he wanna, he can get on my level
Told him if he wanna, we can share the wealth
Ya wanna get to heaven, gotta go through hell
First step, gotta get ya walk right
Left foot right foot, gotta keep the stride light
Step two, sign ya name on the line
If ya eyes don't shine, they can see through ya lies
I never ever said I'd sell away my soul
But lately feels like everything I touch turns to gold
Aight
Everything I touch turns to gold
Aight
Everything I touch turns to gold
Everything I touch turns to gold
Aight
Everything I touch turns to gold
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy John Norton, Benjamin Shansky Roberts, Brent Peter Hollingworth
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