HasHBrown - Golden lyrics

[Verse 1: Funk] Im bouta blast Making so much cash And im getting bank Its shark tank Im cody banks Big macs Backpack And im and back at it Inspector gadget Ben 10 Im getting chicks but im not a hen Ill cook you up i'm uncle ben Ill k** this track it's uncle ben Gotta gold ring, gold chain, gold game, gold brain, bruce wayne Man I am unbeatable Inconceivable You are just seasonal Unoriginal And i got that midas touch Im eatin gold bars for lunch End this battle with one punch Then we'll go out for brunch Rich like captain crunch Shawty look like chun li Long legs Rock lee And u kno she sweet like sunny d (uhhh) Sweet like sunny d (uhh) Im on a roll Im honor roll Im on fire Call sean paul Fresh prince Billy crystal I won, ref, just blow the whistle [Verse 2: Flambé and The Child] Fiscal irresponsibility Don't care the prices I got Hair by the bunches Fists full of lices Through your lips like pumpkin spices Runway wait for clearance God tier gods here in his appearance Mac make a b**h outta MacBooks Funk on the block bravo dearest All my sh** is art! Kevlar coated Chauffeur boasted Just to know me Local grocery I'm not lonely Baked to golden Apple crumble I'm so hungry Grumble All my sh** tear me apart! Your verses finna deserve a laugh track Only one giving you head is your SnapBack Only one holding your back is your backpack Man I can only spare one snack pack I am your father You disappoint me Why you up running these streets You got blisters I wish you were more like your sister Wrong kid died don't you miss her? Your mama is crying wet glisten She ask you to stay you don't listen You curse your disgraceful Speaking unholy And use those same lips When you kiss her Nah, I ain't finna let that pa** [Verse 3: Maculla] Nah i couldn't laugh that fast In a hazmat mask Getting sick of the gas And the brands with the plans Call it schemes but don't leave me f** i look like, all in margiela R kelly this b**h like im leavin em yella That sh** i told you I'm off that Cough it up live it up Keep it, don't give it up Sick from the sorcery Cautiousness yes imma flaunt it Noxiousness s all in my pockets b**h i got 3 brand new 40s on me I be rhyming and rolling notoriously My bmi ain't no b.i.g Newtons law ain't no f i g Gravitys happening, crackling, half of an apple for quarters of forties Visions are skewing Now im seeing double i drown in this oldie Smoking up bush not the green in my grocery Rhymes are prepared and they so f**ing koshir Riding this wave like we sailin in the ocean I dont gotta reach no shore Ain't no Glock in my drawers But never understand it This is my life homie you decide yours Im the mane event, let me out like a roar Shout out to my lion I just wanna stay young Hot like im frying In the pan like peter Spent all of my time on my grind all wekend Now every last sh**ty a** rapper wanna feature Spitting these rhymes like a venomous creature I get respect like arethra Smoking on reefer All of u followers nothing can beat Im hot like the heater Pouring up litres I am the leader Moving that sh** like a beatle Rock like the beatles