D-Boss - All Gold Everything lyrics

For the hoes, my n***a, that p**y poppin, that magic city Got the strong my n***a, then come match that sh** with me Smoking mid my n***a, then don't pa** that sh** to me This one for my n***as, and b**hes bout that money [Verse 1 (SLIM THUG):] Gold all in my rang, gold all in my chain Bad b**hes give me they brains All my hoes so insane I stay smokin on them planes Coastin on them swings Poking up them lames, I'm so fly I need me some wings I got the baddest b**hes in texas Brightest diamonds in my necklace We smoke the best, you smokin' stress I eat Pappadeaux for breakfast Every line watching them Texans We super thrown, I'm thinking Super Bowl sh** I'm tryina pick which coup to road The Camaro cold but the Rarri hoe 1 50 on 45, 1 80 on the billway In the boondocks ridin in my drop Out where that boy Paul Wall stay I'm the club king on the club scene 50 knocks fetish a dream I'm pulling out every week something clean Leaving with a b**h that you see in your dreams [Hook:] For the hoes, my n***a, that p**y poppin, that magic city Got the strong my n***a, then come match that sh** with me Smoking mid my n***a, then don't pa** that sh** to me This one for my n***as, and b**hes bout that money [Verse 2 (PAUL WALL):] All gold everywhere Got a few different chains, I keep a spare New j**els every week I don't play fair A new slab once a year like a state fair Talking down catch your fade like short hair Perforated leather on my chair It's chick season, quality test is treason You square as a cube I'm so clear I'm real, drank sipper Drop a 4 in the 20 that's a Kobe Bryant I'm a Texan wide wheel tipper I put the 'Lac on the streets and you haters got quiet I'm watching The Rockets play the Clippers From Texas to Cali like Nolan Ryan O only drive wearin' slippers I got a meek girl showing nipples All I do is pull broads like wisdom teeth without tryin All I do is cover up my neck and wrist with diamonds I don't f** with no boppers so don't tell me who shining And I don't f** with no haters, so don't knock a man for grinding [Hook:] For the hoes, my n***a, that p**y poppin, that magic city Got the strong my n***a, then come match that sh** with me Smoking mid my n***a, then don't pa** that sh** to me This one for my n***as, and b**hes bout that money [Verse 3 (D-BOSS):] This one here's for them hustlers Who don't really, really, really want for nothing Who keep a bad b**h and keep a couple cars And with a side hoe know we just f**ing She smoked my blunt then we s**in She smoked my blunt and we s**in What started out with us texting Lead to me getting head at the intersection D boss I be him, a street cat I represent that Hit my plug on my travel line They told me I already sent the pack Working and it's gone, check out my watch, it cost bout a hund And I ain't finna break nothing down But I bet that I stay in my zone All I know is go get it She called and told me come get it I told the b**h that I was on my grind But later on I'm a get in her kitty This one here direct Strip a flow, show naked Represent for that Houston Texas Check the watch, no necklace [Hook:] For the hoes, my n***a, that p**y poppin, that magic city Got the strong my n***a, then come match that sh** with me Smoking mid my n***a, then don't pa** that sh** to me This one for my n***as, and b**hes bout that money