"Can't Do Golds" lyrics
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (Flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breaking sweats
Bitch I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do the golds
I'm riding sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (Flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breaking sweats
Bitch I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
Chinnin through this work, I don't have to bench press
When it come to work, my dogs always love to flex (FLEX)
You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (commando)
Run up in my stash house, your mama gon' miss you
Stay up on my grizzle, thumbing through a check (okay)
Stay a real nigga, I'm a put it on my set
Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (yeeoom)
Nigga disrespect me, I'll just leave his ass wet
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do the golds
I'm riding sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
He ain't never been scared to a hundred on his head
Cash, that bastard, where his son is?(It's yo ass!)
If I catch you slipping, where my gun is?
I'm always fucking hanging with the Robin's
Thumbing through the bands, I be doing that
I'm a real nigga, bitch, break your fucking back
You a pussy nigga, you don't want no get back
I got robbed, bounce back, had to live with that
Same situation, get it how you live, bitch
Worth a couple of commas, you ain't even average
I'm flexing, Randy Savage
Free my nigga Boosie, I'm a fucking savage
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do the golds
I'm riding sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (Flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breaking sweats
Bitch I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do the golds
I'm riding sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (Flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breaking sweats
Bitch I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
Chinnin through this work, I don't have to bench press
When it come to work, my dogs always love to flex (FLEX)
You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (commando)
Run up in my stash house, your mama gon' miss you
Stay up on my grizzle, thumbing through a check (okay)
Stay a real nigga, I'm a put it on my set
Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (yeeoom)
Nigga disrespect me, I'll just leave his ass wet
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do the golds
I'm riding sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
He ain't never been scared to a hundred on his head
Cash, that bastard, where his son is?(It's yo ass!)
If I catch you slipping, where my gun is?
I'm always fucking hanging with the Robin's
Thumbing through the bands, I be doing that
I'm a real nigga, bitch, break your fucking back
You a pussy nigga, you don't want no get back
I got robbed, bounce back, had to live with that
Same situation, get it how you live, bitch
Worth a couple of commas, you ain't even average
I'm flexing, Randy Savage
Free my nigga Boosie, I'm a fucking savage
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do the golds
I'm riding sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
