| Everything is gold, everything is equal
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| Posted on the porch just chillin', me and my people
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| Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on
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| The world’s coated in the gold Krylon
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| Yea, and these days days days
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| They never run away
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| Gold tints, shades, that block out that golden haze
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| Take all the gold from the pawnshop that lives behind the case
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| And g-g-give it away
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| My gold erupted from volcanoes in the heavens
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| And every shrine that existed in time melting
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| Tombs open, Dookie Ropes on the bells
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| When everything is gold, who cares about the carats?
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| They say that gold’s the skin of the gods
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| You can’t take the band there when you’re gone
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| I’ll tip over that kiosk in the mall
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| As the sunset falls into tomorrow
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| Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
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| Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold
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| And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
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| Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated
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| So we’re feeling like gold
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| Five hundred thousand sold
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| Slick rick gold, Rope On, hella cold
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| Today we’re feeling like gold
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| So fresh head to toes
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| Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated
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| So we’re feeling like gold
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| Alright now we open up that car door
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| Hop out, hope they notice us
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| Throughout society we been locked in that cobra clutch
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| More gold bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
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| Ditch Jesus, In Gold I Trust
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| I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
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| Separate myself by sticking out just because
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| That’s how you illustrate power and who you’re above
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| But nah, tonight we take it, take it, giving it back
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| Crack open the vault, let everyone mob in the bank
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| Take whatever they want, we party and give thanks
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| I’ve been rocking gold chains since P was in the tank
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| You only live once, you only live once
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| Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
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| Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up
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| Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
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| Like gold, five hundred thousand sold
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| Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold
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| And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe
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| Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated
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| So we’re feeling like gold
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Today we’re feeling like gold
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Gold coins, gold phone, gold car
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| Costs at least 10 racks to get 16 gold bars
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| Gold rush, suck on my gold dust stunting
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| Under these gold trunks, that’s two golden nugget, uh
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| Flyin' on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of 'em
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| Pass the space needle, golden shower on pedestrians
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| Excuse me, that’s my bad, that’s my eagle and he shouldn’t have
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| My ego got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet bruh
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| And it’s gold, two girls gold brass
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| Lounging on the water, feet in the gold sand
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| Sipping on Orangina, arms around them both pants
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| They’re sipping Olde English right out of a gold can
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| Two girls, gold spandex so pretty
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| That girl ain’t even gold, she just got golden girl titties
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| I’m kidding, everyone is gold in my city
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| You paint Betty White gold, even Betty White can get it
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| Get it get it get it.
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| Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
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| Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold
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| And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
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| Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated
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| So we’re feeling like gold
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| Today we’re feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
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| Slick Rick Gold, Rope On, hella cold
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| And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
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| Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated
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| So we’re feeling like gold
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| So we’re feeling like gold
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh oh |