Pollie pop - Goldie lyrics

I said it must be cause a n***a got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes And them college girls write a n***a name on they toes n***as talk sh** 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til sh** pop off Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement I'm early to the party but my 'Rari is the latest Somehow it seems girls in they late teens Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous Life's a mothaf**a, ain't it? These other rappers an*s So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless It's just me, myself and I and mothaf**as that I came with Miscellaneous, n***as wanna hate on me Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G Low key, n***as mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff b**hing with your b**h a** I said it must be cause a n***a got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes And them college girls write a n***a name on they toes n***as talk sh** 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til sh** pop off Yes, I'm the sh**, tell me do it stink? It feel good waking up to money in the bank Three model b**hes, c**aine on the sink And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state Man on the moon, got a condo out in space Open up your legs, tell me how it taste And them n***as talking sh** so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face" Tell that b**h, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick In a six, told her s** the dick, motorboat her tits I'm the sh**, n***as mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff b**hing with your b**h a** I said it must be cause a n***a got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes And them college girls write a n***a name on they toes n***as talk sh** 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til sh** pop off