Lyrics Pot of Gold - Travis Porter, 2 Chainz

Pot of Gold

She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
Pulling up to the restaurant, we look like a certain kind
Young nigga just flexing, hon, your bitch like a leprechaun
And I bet she going for the gold medal, shorty is a gold digger
I’m in a room full of hoes, we only like four niggas
Now drop it low for me, you know you gotta drop it low for me
Go ahead and pussy pop it all for me, girl, show me what I’m not supposed to see
Can you make it shake, shake like a tortilla, now a nigga coming back like a
dope fiend
I love it when she twerking, wet t-shirt for the whole team
Turn up
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
Gold teeth, gold chain, throw big wheels, wish I had a boat length
No nigga, no rope game
All my niggas go forward, no soul plane
See, I like you, bitches, I like coupes, booths missing
I just made her do it for a brick of raw, ate with two bitches
Sayonara, drinking sake in a Panamera
Shorty got them double Ds, shorty got no underwear
I got a pot of gold, gotta go, calico, foul
Not gonna dope down, nut the whole crowd
You, you, you look back at me
I got a trick up my sleeve like I’m doing magic
We gonna roll up the weed then hit magic
Big ol' double Ds and she lost any
Walk around the mansion, got no panties
White girls, they white steeze
Trade no codeine, dog, I’m in the matrix
Well, your boys looking for me for 35, huh
Young dog, ball hard, didn’t get money
Is it the jewels, the track, your bitch really love me
Got old school hoes screaming come at me
Most of these niggas, they rather be funny
Money coming both, can’t keep this money
Timb man got his hoes on the pole
Pop that pussy for a pot full of gold
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
Shorty work that ass, don’t stress, I like the way you fit in that dress
She ain’t got no draw, that’s a guess, you can come to the crib, be my guest
Damn, bust it all for a real nigga, and for my lil' nigga
And I’mma still hit you cause I don’t care
We can slide to the club, say she in love with a thug
Say she try to get drunk and she wanna look good
Gonna bust it open for him, show him this loving
Say you want that gold, gonna show him what you can do
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD