Verse 1 : Gold all on my wrist, they all hate it like Chris Got yo chick hooked on my line, I swear I got her looking like fish What you, What you, What you want, Ill serve you a dish Taking your ma , she know I talk slick And she gon lie and tell you she tired of it when truth is Im taking your chick What you, What you, What you know, Im one of a kind I rock gold, you know its gon shine Aint got no rolley all on my wrist But when they ask, they know its my time This aint my flow, fans know that One time, and then I go back If you try to blow my high, Ill flash my John and tell yall hold that Woah I k** rappers ,they all wack Tell em fall back, or fall flat Then I move the crowd like nomads Dance around while Im grabbing on my gonads Go fetch, cause Im dogging you on them You farfetched ,you talking garbage Im dumb cold, Im dumb trill But my future bright, like it went to Harvard Hottest artist, in my genre A walking problem, ye aint want no problems
If her body poppin, then bring it to poppa I be in them trees boy, I be a koala You aint seein no dollars, you aint getting no commas But we stuntin every time we come around like Karma Lyrical Alla, grab yo Kabala You toddlers talking, like Yada Yada Hot like lava, cold like ice water Try to sleep on me then Ill burn yo pajamas Youngin in the game, dont you worry bout the age Cause them shorties know the name, yeah they just might holla Im a G, my playa 2013, my year, dont care, Imma stack this paper So high, you can see it from the sky At the top, we gon pop, these haters Million dollar scheme, BentNation be the team Dont care what you rate us Cause you chicks wan date us Haters Gold all on my wrist I swear my team gon be rich Waving high from the sky, while you guys stuck in a ditch Yeah Im aiming up for the sky, and I pray to God that I do not miss And I swear to God, theres no stopping this And I swear to God, theres no stopping this Bent!