GOLDY
Who the fuck you talking to?
I tell you who i'm talking
A bitch who never felt like me
Everything I do, it come in doubles
So she made my drink a double
And they double-take us every time we leave
Benjamin franky on the hundred
Benjamin goldey got a ton 'em
Benjamins gotta stick with each other
One get folded in my jeans
The other get folder in her jeans
It's goldy
Daddy never put the devil in the details
Cuz he put it in my momma tummy
Everyone I meet I turn into a product of me
Not a fan of change, cuz that shit is pocket money
All the curly haired Massachusett women
With designer hoodies and attitudes
Know they got at least one of 'em from me
At least one of em love me
At least 3 in denial
Won't see me for awhile
But hate comes in a wave
And they riding the wave
They say I am the wave, so ain't it funny?
Deviled eggs in my momma tummy
No it wasn't breakfast but I came out hella hungry
They ask how much I make
I don't pillow talk
It's all pillow talk
Cuz every night I sleep on a bed of money
I don't rest well
I don't ride the bench well
23 hundred worth of fabric
Just to be on the cat
Who hasn't ever dressed well
I don't take offense well
But I got a tall fence
Just so I can talk less talk less
It's goldy
Mama never judge a book by its cover
But she but met the judge when I got booked
Never woulda thought she raised me up to be a crook
I know god had a sense of humor when I was born
Cuz I didn't like sports
But I still brought out the whole family a see me in court
I had BBs for a toy
Now it's VVs on the ring
She got DDs in the shirt
I want RRs on the whips
Drink to celebrate I might hit AA when I'm older
I got FF on my shoulder
Fendi jacket, got the receipt
That I CCd to my lawyer
George Washington, my girls see every quarter
Every few months cuz I travel so much
You don't really get bored much, when you're over every border
I'm a mover I don't sit well
I don't play the bitch well
7 men who make sure that it's safe in here
Just to protect someone who handle drinks well
Feeling like I'm Chris Bale
Looking like I'm Batman
Black car, black card in my hand
It's goldy
I tell you who i'm talking
A bitch who never felt like me
Everything I do, it come in doubles
So she made my drink a double
And they double-take us every time we leave
Benjamin franky on the hundred
Benjamin goldey got a ton 'em
Benjamins gotta stick with each other
One get folded in my jeans
The other get folder in her jeans
It's goldy
Daddy never put the devil in the details
Cuz he put it in my momma tummy
Everyone I meet I turn into a product of me
Not a fan of change, cuz that shit is pocket money
All the curly haired Massachusett women
With designer hoodies and attitudes
Know they got at least one of 'em from me
At least one of em love me
At least 3 in denial
Won't see me for awhile
But hate comes in a wave
And they riding the wave
They say I am the wave, so ain't it funny?
Deviled eggs in my momma tummy
No it wasn't breakfast but I came out hella hungry
They ask how much I make
I don't pillow talk
It's all pillow talk
Cuz every night I sleep on a bed of money
I don't rest well
I don't ride the bench well
23 hundred worth of fabric
Just to be on the cat
Who hasn't ever dressed well
I don't take offense well
But I got a tall fence
Just so I can talk less talk less
It's goldy
Mama never judge a book by its cover
But she but met the judge when I got booked
Never woulda thought she raised me up to be a crook
I know god had a sense of humor when I was born
Cuz I didn't like sports
But I still brought out the whole family a see me in court
I had BBs for a toy
Now it's VVs on the ring
She got DDs in the shirt
I want RRs on the whips
Drink to celebrate I might hit AA when I'm older
I got FF on my shoulder
Fendi jacket, got the receipt
That I CCd to my lawyer
George Washington, my girls see every quarter
Every few months cuz I travel so much
You don't really get bored much, when you're over every border
I'm a mover I don't sit well
I don't play the bitch well
7 men who make sure that it's safe in here
Just to protect someone who handle drinks well
Feeling like I'm Chris Bale
Looking like I'm Batman
Black car, black card in my hand
It's goldy
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Writer(s): Token
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