This is a song about "Golden lady"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

You'll find golden things like a miner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Or something that you paid for

Money runs like a golden river

So what you got golden teeth

Is it this black mercedes

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

All my life i wanted something real and she was golden

Oh you're cray baby stands for crazy lady

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

With the pretty little lady

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Better yet they work my every nerve

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers