GOLD - Joey Trap

Who this?

Platna?

Knice on the Sonics

Turn me up, Presso

I’m ballin' everyday and it’s with no assists, huh

You niggas you play with your bitch, huh

I gotta watch in my hands to put on my wrist, huh

Rolex diamonds dancin', like the fish, huh

Feel like God when we go gold

All these diamonds on me gold

Bitch, keep vibin', we gon' grow, yeah

I’m so ahead of these niggas, y’all in the past

I make a past in the field and it’s all 'bout the pass, wait

How could you call it a chain with all that glass, huh?

I’m just gon' hop out the 'Rari and we gon' spazz, huh

Skrrt, skrrt it up, I got the pound off, ayy

Made it, made it out, I got them rounds off, ayy

You ain’t talkin' money, you get this dial tone

Money, drugs and bitches, that’s on my phone

You better go the church if you need closure

We came out the hood and turned to soldiers, ayy

Always got a pound, smokin' doja, ayy

Police right behind, I check my shoulder, ayy

I’m professional

Girl, look at me now

Bitch, she like my style, woo-woo, ayy

She cannot fuck with a nigga, I’m really a G

She cannot take off my jewelry, if she does then she gon' freeze

She wanna fuck with a real nigga, then she look at me and see

Girl, I’m as real as it be, uh

But we ain’t never gon' be

Ballin', I wife me a bitch that give no respect, huh

Why would I take her on dates if I just want the sex, huh?

Matter fact, she comin' over and I just want neck now

I just be spittin' that trust, I do not need to flex, huh