Gold - Soulja Boy, Migos

Zaytoven

Yeah

What’s happening, Zay?

I never

It’s your boy, Soulja

Fuck it, let’s go

Turn up

Gold gold gold

Gold gold gold

My neck and wrist, gold

My whip and bitch, gold

My chain and shit, gold

My neck and wrist, gold

Gold gold gold

Yeah fuck nigga, everything I’m rocking gold

Versace on my pinky, and you know that shit gold

Diamonds in my, and you know that shit froze

Smoking on this kush, and it from the northpole

You the type of nigga get a meal, won’t leave a tip on the table

Hit the block, pistol on my hip

Versace my neck and Versace my ring, Bugatti my whip, and Bugatti my chain

Gold on my neck and it’s gold on my lense, it’s gold on my neck when I’m

standing on stage

Got so many whips keep falling

Nigga hit the block and I’m instantly balling

40 for the club when I’m in New York, got Lean on Lean, got bottles on bottles

Bad bitch with me want Molly on Molly

Molly on Molly falling out the Bugatti

When I step in the party, I’m yelling «damb shawty»

Gold gold gold

Gold gold gold

My neck and wrist, gold

My whip and bitch, gold

My chain and shit, gold

My neck and wrist, gold

Gold gold gold

Gold on my finger, 3 bricks, Danny Granger

Versace my shirt and my shoes, but a young nigga still stay with a banger

Try me if you want, we’ll hang you like a hanger

Call up the plug with the birds in the anker, you can call me Kurt Anger

Call Soulja, got the yoppa that’ll bust you like a cobra

Call Takeoff, got the bonds and the gass like adolf

Gold Ruger blade face off

Hundreds of bands on the table, sippin the syrup with no maple

Chain got my neck hurt, disabled

Word around the streets, Takeoff got a gold mansion

I just put them gold bricks in the gold cannon

Plug with the street, we connect just like a

I’m black Luie V, like I jumped out a caskit

I pull up Mercedes, I’m whippin up babies

I call up the plug, he in Hady

Yu know I got Hannah Montana, I play with them keys like a piano

Taking a trip to Tiwana, Versace Madusa

Gold gold gold

Gold gold gold

My neck and wrist, my chain and ice

Young federal, that’s how i live my life

Gold gold gold

Soulja, Migos

Neck and wrist, young federals, bitch