Busta Rhymes - All Gold Everything lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Ayo, why you n***as wanna try to complicate sh**? Why y'all n***as wanna try to ask me questions now? Y'all know what the f** I do, man Don't ask me sh**, man [Hook:] Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch Don't believe just watch Don't believe just watch Don't believe just watch Don't believe just watch Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring Cold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Get up off my block, n***a See the gold Musson drop top, n***a? Pinky ring make a b**h fart, n***a 30-karat yellow canary rock, in her Look, you got nerve lil' n***a King Tut ready, to the curb, lil' n***a I hope you listenin' to every word, lil' n***a Full course comin', this the hors d'oeuvre, lil' n***a Three-kilo gold Cuban on my neck, homie Three dice roll Cee-Lo when I bet only All gold uniform like my name Kobe All gold unicorn pendent on my trophy World champ of this whole sh**, n***as know me So much gold n***as b**hes call me Goldie Did so much for the game, n***as owe me For the co-sign I'm the one you gotta go see Before you n***as try to approach me Just know I'm in the corner, kinda busy where the hoes be I'm the coke layin' under where they nose be You the joke, n***as laughing at you low key Now get to know the way the bro live Derek Lam gold frames up on my nose bridge Gold Ace bottles fillin' up my whole fridge Showcase models, nails, toes did Solid gold, kid [Hook] [Verse 2:] Gold all in my chain, gold all on my wall Not only do I k** verses, but I wrote all of your favourite songs Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, k**er rollin' in tank Yeah I got plaques all on my wall, and I got stacks all in my bank n***a, n***a, n***a How the f** can you hate, ungh When I'm just doin' my thing? Aye! What other n***a you know, write pop songs, rap and make base? None I am original, these other rappers sound typical I got it locked in the figure-four And they could never see me, I'm invisible And I got... [Verse 3:] Gold chain on my frame with the gold Jesus Whole bank in my jeans I'm a gold Visa Gold bling in my ring like a Saints helmet Gold rappers on my dick then your girl pelvis f**, boy... we don't f** with no broke dudes My j**elry game is bicoastal And my piece is on my stomach like soul food Your homie snitchin', he so fool Over bread I'm a show him what the toast do Seein' lines in HD like Pro Tools Then hit the Hamptons and throw on my boat shoes Cruise the Atlantic, stoppin' out in Trinidad Make a movie, turn a island into Cinemax Gold album would appear from a pen and pad... Assemble that... [Hook]