Trina - All Gold, All Girls (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ca**ie] Hmmm, hmmmm (Oooh, all gold) Hmmm, hmmmm (All gold) [Verse 1: Ca**ie] I'on f** with broke b**hes (b**hes) We ain't taking no pictures (no pictures) Smoke weed and blow kisses (kisses) Top speed and go missing (go missing) You should be embarra**ed (barra**ed) Talking about me (bout me) Just shopping in Paris (Paris) Minding my bidness It's just gold all in my chain (my chain) Gold all in my ring (my ring) Gold all in my watch (my watch) Don't believe me just watch babe (just watch) Yes I'm still shopping like f** it Let's get it (let's get it) Hate, but you love me You just can't admit it (admit it) [Hook: Ca**ie] It's just gold all in my chain (my chain) Gold all in my ring (my ring) Gold all in my watch (my watch) Don't believe me just watch babe (n***a, n***a, n***a) Gold all in my chain (my chain) Gold all in my ring (my ring) Gold all in my watch (my watch) Don't believe me just watch babe (n***a, n***a, n***a) [Verse 2: Trina] Trina Gold chain, gold ring, gold nails Stepping out in all gold Chanel Gold grill, hold yacht, stay fly Say he wanna fly me round the whole world DJ, champagne, naw mean Plus the Phantom came with a chauffeur Bum b**hes, fall back So whack, plus you hoes ain't put in no work Why, why, why you talking all that sh**? Honestly I don't give a f** You won't catch me with no broke n***a I ain't taking no pictures (Nope!) Middle finger to these b**hes Pop, pop, popped a Molly, I'm dancing (woo!) Overseas me and Ca**ie (yea) Fly b**hes, get money! [Hook] [Verse 3: Lola Monroe] Three bad b**hes, but we're mashing though With the top chopped off like Ca**ie, ho If your money lame that mean your p**y lame And my clique Allstars, no rookie game Versace couture, on my decor Had to scream, rich b**h sh** I buy galore 24 karats gold is how we going tally hoes Keep them spinning like a mother f**ing Merry Go Queen Arrow, bring sorrow Coffee colored Bugatti, a Queen borrowed Starbucks, cars, trucks My Queen sip ace, play your cards, s*ut Hard top, soft top, that's a tough call Hundred bottles of Ciroc, that's a Puff call (hello) Body cold, heart cold f** around and get my haters dipped in all gold [Hook]