(Intro: Trae Tha Truth)
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You rockin with one of the realest right now
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Trae Tha motherfuckin Truth
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A.B.N, Hustle Gang nigga
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(Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth)
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Young Truth James, all gold solja
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Black ice, you ain’t seen shit colder
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Young Truth James all gold soldier
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Black ice you ain’t seen shit colder
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All through a price, nigga, everything gold
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I’m the man ask about me, nigga, everybody know
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All gold coup, gold chains on me
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In the hood stunting with this change all on me
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Nigga, feel like snow blow game like Sony
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Don shot a bitch, leave her brains all on me.
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Louie got these racks on hostage trying to get out
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Ceiling on my whip too cocky I made em sit out!
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You can find me in the hood like I never been out
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Johnny got a spot for a nigga, I’m bout to rent out
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Diamonds in my grill, I got that work off in the locker
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Fly across a hater with that all gold chopper
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Haters on my dick I’d rather try to bumper
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Green lighter light up like can’t stop ya
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Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
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(Verse 2)
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Gold all in my watch, niggas be hatin so I ride with that Glock
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Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
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Wutchu sayin? I’m so hot
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Fresh out of Charlie I just sold the block
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Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
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She pop the molly, she sweatin too
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20 floors up, I got a great view, no Kevin Durant but my niggas shoot
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One gold watch, it don’t look gold
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That bitch iced out, that bitch look froze
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Tippin on 6-10, black paint, black floors
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Boss ain’t get em I’mma get em all trust me
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Trace ain’t get em I’mma let the russle
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Open the brick now I’m grinding
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Open the brick now I’m grinding
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For the hoes add dreams
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Feed live, fetish too
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Smoking mean, not keys
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Kush bar for life and my niggas too
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These niggas, they know
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I saw that shit with my eyes closed
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Strap up when I’m fuckin these hoes
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I’m a boss so I might buy heels and clothes
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Keys!
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(Hook: Trinidad James)
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Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
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Gold all in my watch
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Don’t believe me, just watch
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(Verse 3: French Montana)
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Cribs all in my chain
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Cars all in my ring
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All them bad bitches watchin’
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Nigga, nigga, is it me or my watch?
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Man, I pull up in the bank, 2-litre full of drank
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Shaquille up in the paint, a dealer on my link
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I popped the molly, can’t sleep
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I popped the molly, can’t eat
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Bad batch ? my nigga
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Don’t pass that shit to me
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I’m high ? my nigga
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Stop talkin’ that shit to me
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I be gettin’ to the money, give a fuck about a hater
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I be rollin’ up the OG in paper like the Taylor gang
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Getting’ money my nigga
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Fuck them niggas that’s hatin’
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It’s Montana, my nigga
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We don’t count money, we weigh it
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(Hook: Trinidad James)
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Gold all in my watch
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Don’t believe me, just watch
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Nigga nigga nigga
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Don’t believe me, just watch
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Don’t believe me, just watch
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Nigga nigga nigga
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Don’t believe me, just watch
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Don’t believe me, just watch
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Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
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Gold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch
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(Verse 4: T.I.)
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Big bank, all I do is get bank
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Niggas hating on me but they bitch ain’t
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So conceited, I don’t think my shit stank
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400,000 dollars on a Mulsanne
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Come and kick it with a west side nigga
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Ain’t about that action, wanna bet my nigga?
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All day thumbing through the check my nigga
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Boy you’re broke, you can’t even be a threat my nigga
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When you’re talking to me say it with your chest little nigga
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I pull up on your set and make a mess little nigga
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Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O’s
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Wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
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Gold yacht, that’s the presi’ diamond in those
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And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
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A true trap nigga, I done sold everything
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Trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
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I said trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
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(Verse 5: Young Jeezy)
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Bought a gold bottle now we on the Dom
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Big faced Rollie take up half my arm
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Porsche 911 with the Gabby top
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All gold scale, that’s my magic box
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Got the soft, my nigga
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Give me thirty minutes, I’ll be right witcha
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Got the hard, my nigga
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Let me whip this here I’ll get it right to ya
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Goddamn, I’m turnt up
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| I think the knob |
