Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/
Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats
Gold plate wit dat rine stone
On my way back home
Hand to hand in the cold
I got a watch wit all gold,
Plenty smoke, plenty rolled
Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.
Is a space that now you hold
We them boys that glow without gold
I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.
You like this, brothers actin stiff like cactus
She leave her hair on the floor
Gold chains, watches and more,
Gold letterman last kings killing shit
And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that
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