Joey Trap - GOLD lyrics

[Intro] Who this? Platna? Knice on the Sonics Turn me up, Presso [Verse] I'm ballin' everyday and it's with no assists, huh You ni**as don't get no bread you play with your b*tch, huh I gotta wash my hands to put my wrist on Rolex diamonds dancin', like the fish, huh Feel like God when we go Gold All these diamonds on me Cold b*tch, keep vibin', we gon' grow, yeah I'm so ahead of these ni**as, y'all all in the past I'm making plays in the field and it's all 'bout the pass, wait How could you call it a chain with all that glass, huh? I'm just gon' hop out the 'Rari and we gon' spazz, huh SCALE IT SCALE it up, I got the pound off, ayy Mail it, mail it out, I got them rounds off, ayy You ain't talkin' money, get the dial tone Money, drugs and b*tches, that's on my phone You better go to church if you need closure We came out thе hood and turned to soldiers, ayy Always got them pounds, smokin' doja, ayy Policе right behind, I check my shoulder, ayy I'm professional Girl, look at me now Bet, she like my style, woo-woo, ayy She cannot fu*k with a ni**a, I'm really a G She cannot take off my jewelry, if she does then she gon' freeze She wanna fu*k with a real ni**a, then she look at me and see Girl, I'm as real as it be, uh But we ain't never gon' be Why would I wife me a b*tch that give no respect, huh Why would I take her on dates if I just want the sex, huh? Matter fact, she comin' over and I just want neck now I just be spittin' that truth, I do not need to flex, huh