Glitter & Gold
It mushes when I'm high in the summertime
Started callin' me, oh, runnin' through my mind
It must be lookin' right when you look at me
I can tell that you'll be mine by the time I leave (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)
A G's up, hoes down, breakin' necks when I come 'round
87 Caddy dipped in butter with them gold thangs
White walls, Hen'-dawg, puffin' on the 12-sack
Sailor Moon, shawty lookin' right when she throw it back
Go and fuck with a thug, let me show you a lil' love
Poppin' tags, takin' flights, never fuckin' with a scrub
Toe-taggin' on the four, whippin' Vogues, no pro
Turn the window five percent, so you can see me when I stroll
It mushes when I'm high in the summertime
Started callin' me, oh, runnin' through my mind
It must be lookin' right when you look at me
I can tell that you'll be mine by the time I leave (ayy, yuh)
Break me off a lil' somethin', baby girl, I wanna see you move
Hop into the coupe and take a cruise ridin' down the moon
All we have is one night so, baby, you better pick and choose
Play me like a flute when I have you cryin', singin' the blues
I blow the smoke 'til the breeze, wreckin' bitches my forte
Rami' don't be lovin', just keep ballin' into foreplay
Grippin' on the rod got me took
MAC game crazy, you can't get this out no book, bitch (huh?)
Started callin' me, oh, runnin' through my mind
It must be lookin' right when you look at me
I can tell that you'll be mine by the time I leave (ah-ah, ah-ah, ah)
A G's up, hoes down, breakin' necks when I come 'round
87 Caddy dipped in butter with them gold thangs
White walls, Hen'-dawg, puffin' on the 12-sack
Sailor Moon, shawty lookin' right when she throw it back
Go and fuck with a thug, let me show you a lil' love
Poppin' tags, takin' flights, never fuckin' with a scrub
Toe-taggin' on the four, whippin' Vogues, no pro
Turn the window five percent, so you can see me when I stroll
It mushes when I'm high in the summertime
Started callin' me, oh, runnin' through my mind
It must be lookin' right when you look at me
I can tell that you'll be mine by the time I leave (ayy, yuh)
Break me off a lil' somethin', baby girl, I wanna see you move
Hop into the coupe and take a cruise ridin' down the moon
All we have is one night so, baby, you better pick and choose
Play me like a flute when I have you cryin', singin' the blues
I blow the smoke 'til the breeze, wreckin' bitches my forte
Rami' don't be lovin', just keep ballin' into foreplay
Grippin' on the rod got me took
MAC game crazy, you can't get this out no book, bitch (huh?)
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Writer(s): Ivan Ramirez
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