Lyrics Golden - Miles Wesley

Golden

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
(We packin' Diamond Pistols)
I just hit the block, pockets came back swollen
Runnin' through the stops, yeah, I’m drivin' like I stole it
I won’t ever trip, shit, baby I’m golden
Baby I’m golden, baby I’m golden
I just hit the block, pockets came back swollen
Runnin' through the stops, yeah, I’m drivin' like I stole it
I won’t ever trip, shit, baby I’m golden
Baby I’m golden, baby I’m golden
Ooh, yeah
I’m in that Batman, that Brucey Wayne (Oh yeah), yeah
Goin' hard on the interstate (Yeah, yeah)
Shawty askin' me to up the pace (Up the pace)
When she with me, she can’t behave
Hit her from the back, she ain’t frontin' anymore (No more)
Damn, I love my baby, even though she loco (Loco)
Always raisin' havoc, I ain’t ever gonna change (Change)
Six star wanted but I’m still gon' get away
It’s away, I don’t give any fucks, yay
I really do this everyday
And you can see it on my face (Right on my face)
I just hit the block, pockets came back swollen
Runnin' through the stops, yeah, I’m drivin' like I stole it
I won’t ever trip, shit, baby I’m golden
Baby I’m golden, baby I’m golden
I just hit the block, pockets came back swollen
Runnin' through the stops, yeah, I’m drivin' like I stole it
I won’t ever trip, shit, baby I’m golden
Baby I’m golden, baby I’m golden
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh