He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.
I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
Neck full of gold, i'm attracted to the honey
Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread
Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck
He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.
Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get
Im on. everything i spit is glittered, dipped in gold
Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold
What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk
Where that shit on my neck lick a pendant
Plus big truckin too it's nothing
Gold pendant for my neck, jesus is king
Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind
Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind
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