Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goldie, artist - A$AP Rocky.
Date of issue: 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 |