Cool Kids & Gold Chains

(альбом: LeeAnn's Son - 2014)

Yeah
Stevie motherfucking subs on the beat
Twos
I said twos
Uh, fuck with me

We all young, we all pay, we got no plans today
We just riding 'round the city, eating good and having drinks
Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras with the cheetah print
If you ain't looking out for us don't ask for us to let you in
That brand new, chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains

Uh, too many fly girls wearing ray bans, we got options
Uh, too many iPhones getting lost and we just bought 'em
Uh, too many highballs getting served, we drink 'em twice as fast and swerve, guess we'll never learn
At least that's what our girls say, when we out in Paris like a world away
Girl tripping, getting wasted, come back feeling famous
Whole team still wilding out with hip girls and fancy places
Whole time I was gone I did the same shit in foreign places
Do it, let's do it, get to bouncers to try and move us
Young and rich and overrated by the people spreading rumors
Drunken privilege is the label, jealous rappers try to give us what we work for we got
Petty bitches, B-Sharp

We all young, we all pay, we got no plans today
We just riding 'round the city, eating good and having drinks
Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras with the cheetah print
If you ain't looking out for us don't ask for us to let you in
That brand new, chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains
We just out here in the crowded rooms that no one's ever heard of
Getting drunk and disrespectful, but we still call bitches girls

My chain just hit me in the face, I'm wilding out
My chain is banging on my chest, I'm wilding out
My gang is smoking in the club, they wiliding out
They wilding out, they wilding out
My chain just hit me in the face, I'm wilding out
My chain is banging on my chest, I'm wilding out
My gang is smoking in the club, they wiliding out
They wilding out, they wilding out

We all young, we all pay, we got no plans today
We just riding 'round the city, eating good and having drinks
Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras with the cheetah print
If you ain't looking out for us don't ask for us to let you in
That brand new, chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains

None of my people are on the guest list
All of my people coming through the exit
Dressed in the freshest, just bought, limited edition, no one else got it
No one else got it, no one else got it in the city
But I'm still gonna wear this denim vest on top to keep it vintage
My friends here and they thick frames with their drinks raised and we zoned out
Taking Instagrams and wilding in the place you never heard about
Uh, too many fine girls wearing Gucci, we got problems
Uh, too many passwords used to get into the party
Uh, too many girlfriends turned lovers
And they all on my guest list so none of them pay cover
We all wild, we all pay
We don't work but we ok
We not hurt but we in pain, we the hangover gang
That's family and they'll help me when I have too much to handle
No ceiling for my people, we don't even want a chandelier
We all drunk, we all young at a crazy place that's a hole in the wall
That you'll never see unless you're looking for a hole in the wall
I know you're hoping to ball
We don't open the door
We just open the bottle
You getting ignored, B-Sharp

We all young, we all pay, we got no plans today
We just riding 'round the city, eating good and having drinks
Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras with the cheetah print
If you ain't looking out for us don't ask for us to let you in
That brand new, chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains

My chain just hit me in the face, I'm wilding out
My chain is banging on my chest, I'm wilding out
My gang is smoking in the club, they wiliding out
They wilding out, they wilding out
My chain just hit me in the face, I'm wilding out
My chain is banging on my chest, I'm wilding out
My gang is smoking in the club, they wiliding out
They wilding out, they wilding out

B-Sharp you bastards