J-Franks - Goldie lyrics

[Verse 1: FreeJC] Crip colored clothes with a snapback white cap So I got ready to write and rip some ripe raps I been steady rollin', living nice, playing dice craps While you boys f**ing pussies like strapped dike laps Drowning yous in my flow with sk** yo k**er coffee colored chicas come to this bro I'm getting things stirring like a hot cup of joe Made your girl Suga cream, she's a sweet little ho Got it in the bag like my ounce of sour D This award winning sh** like Dwight Howard's D I went and asked Kanye, "Who got the power? Me?" Damn, I might be white but it's hard to disagree Money$Team tracks is cla**ic like a golden oldie Rold gold, haters salty, faces green and moldy Blackjack hold me, the ace of this whole team Locks on all the pretty b**hes, always winning goldie [Verse 2: Dyaz the Bringer of Love n Peace] I'm hotter than the Devil spitting bars after finishing his chilli Just here getting money, cause you don't dare unlocking my zippy Every penny you'll pay is the beginning of my milli You're better off moving your lips in sync with Milli Vanilli I'm schooling y'all, but soon this'll all be history Cause the only time you'll be in the paper is when I k** thee You ain't going nowhere so just stop gilding the lily I don't know who'll spit bars right now but keep it trilly [Verse 3: J-Franks] This joint moldy cause we acquire that green dough This joint moldy cause we light that green, doe Man, if you a Zeus to a Kronos I'm a noose to your non-existant bonus I see you bought a sun roof Chevy for the equinox Nice weather now, hit the beach in a pair of crocs No sun tan lotion so my that skin turn goldie Hope I dont wrinkle though, don't wanna look oldie [Verse 4: MC Rimmer] f** women, kids and sh**, I'm straight From digging crates, to joking up prates Life's great, f** b**hes, and their defecate Spilling rhymes to be k**ing the time Illing, but chilling sublime Blasting mad beats, the type of cad sweet f** maturity, young buck has purity Don't fix something that ain't broken b**h don't need a ring, that ain't a token The answer is truth So f** grown ups and f** ups, I'm in my youth My motherf**ing state of mind, without doubt Shout and pout, but I'm on a higher level route [Verse 5: M'Balls] Dressed in gunny, I be steady chasing the money Power hungry, I got an ocean full of honey Chillin' on the beach where it be sunny Illin' with a b**h who'd like to rub me Getting ready for the eggs from the Easter bunny This is serious, sh** ain't funny, Sonny Spittin' straight nonsense, rhymin' like Hodgy But you're still gon' beg for more, dummy [Verse 6: ExpensivePasta] This the f**ing Posse Cut Sign bullets anonymous We got so many b**hes, gay n***as try to admire us Got Ru Paul to cosign, all we need now is Mickey & Donald Duck Pasta's dada's Rastas clapping n***as with a shotty Gun While in the reggae parties clapping a**es with the toilet buns Think that sh** is fun? How about waking up the next morning with Money$Team's b**hes licking on your c*nt I mean dick Which is so long it make b**hes spit 6 inches plus 12 inches and another foot we call that big stick f** condom wrappers, all we do is stick it in slick Dashing chains from that n***a Dame Money$Team rocked them fellas til they all were slain Rapping over OF track so I gotta be insane Snapped Rysarm's neck and hung it on my picture frame b**h