Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goldie , by - A$AP Rocky. Release date: 10.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goldie |
| I said it must be cause a nigga got dough |
| Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold |
| Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes |
| And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw |
| Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw |
| Party like a cowboy or a rockstar |
| Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off |
| Let’s take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness |
| My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces |
| Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist |
| I would prefer the Aces, ain’t no different when you taste it |
| A 40 ounce to chase it, that’s just an understatement |
| I’m early to the party but my 'Rari is the latest |
| Somehow it seems girls in they late teens |
| Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous |
| Life’s a mothafucka, ain’t it? |
| These other rappers anus |
| So tell me what your name is, I’ma tell it to my stainless |
| You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless |
| It’s just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with |
| Miscellaneous, niggas wanna hate on me |
| Until I tell 'em to they face they ain’t no G |
| Low key, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffing Zig Zags |
| Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass |
| I said it must be cause a nigga got dough |
| Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold |
| Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes |
| And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw |
| Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw |
| Party like a cowboy or a rockstar |
| Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off |
| Yes, I’m the shit, tell me do it stink? |
| It feel good waking up to money in the bank |
| Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink |
| And I’m so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank |
| Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link |
| And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink |
| Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank |
| What you mean? |
| Tell me what you drink, I’m on that kissing pink |
| You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state |
| Man on the moon, got a condo out in space |
| Open up your legs, tell me how it taste |
| And them niggas talking shit so tell 'em, «Tell it to my face» |
| Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick |
| In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits |
| I’m the shit, niggas mad cause I’m smooth puffing Zig Zags |
| Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass |
| I said it must be cause a nigga got dough |
| Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold |
| Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes |
| And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes |
| Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw |
| Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw |
| Party like a cowboy or a rockstar |
| Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off |