Gold Rush

(альбом: Everythingcoz - 2018)

That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do that dash bitch I don't race
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

Hold on bitch do you see my pockets
Everything in it I will never fold bitch I won't drop it
Everything I wear then they go and cop it
I ain't fucking with you hoes if you on that op shit, hold on
Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick
I'm a walking lick, I just took his bitch, damn, hold on
She cried too much so I had to switch, rock it with the clique on some groovy shit, damn, hold on
Yeah we on that Cali shit smokin bali bitch
Bitch I got racks up on my wrist, damn
Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah
Bitch I'm tatted on my fist
I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks
Lookin like I play for the knicks
I just pull up with my soaky on
Good thing he the only man with a milky on
Hold on, yeah I got these bitched going
Hold on, even though they get annoying (huh)

Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
Got alotta got alotta got alotta, dough!
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
[?] kick it up, bah, go!

That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do that dash bitch I don't race
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
Got alotta got alotta got alotta, dough!
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
[?] kick it up, bah, go!