Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold Bricks, artist - Vado.
Date of issue: 28.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gold Bricks |
Black bottles, sipping 'Laire, I’m on my Ross shit |
Selling cocaine to the fiends that make they nose itch |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
She said V they on your dick, I told her no shit |
I just fucked that bitch for free, don’t give than hoe shit |
Nigga’s wanted beef they got a whole clip |
Leave it up to me, I leave they whole clique |
Bitch you in the streets, was all and shit |
Asking nigga’s can you eat that you don’t know and shit |
It ain’t even been a week, already owing shit |
Nigga’s tryna get a piece of all that older shit |
Snow-Motion |
Blocks with slow motion |
Niggas on the strip, getting jerked with no lotion |
Met a dust plug, he could front me the whole ocean |
soon to throw you party, hosting |
Black bottles, sipping 'Laire, I’m on my Ross shit |
Selling cocaine to the fiends that make they nose itch |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
(Yeah) Fast life, I’m so rich (Haha) |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
Maybach Coupe, all white, tint stickers |
Know the streets say dope get you rich quicker |
Graveyard |
No look-outs, just pictures |
They hate when you reverse the bad luck that they wished 'ya |
(Y-Y-Y-Y-Yeah) |
Keep getting that money boy |
Half’s, Eighteens, Wholes go for Twenty-Four |
(Hit the scale) |
Talking grams, talking carats |
You know I’m a walking savage |
Different type of paper, I ain’t talking average |
You can smell it soon as it comes out the plastic |
Fast life, in and out of traffic |
We’re whipping gold bricks and we got it mastered |
Black bottles, sipping 'Laire, I’m on my Ross shit |
Selling cocaine to the fiends that make they nose itch |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
You talk and we live it |
You’re walking, we’re driven |
If you can walk up, we’re slipping |
Heavy guard up |
Some get caught up through chicken |
Charges brought up from prison |
Were just doing your thing, now DA offering a sentence |
Back in them chains |
Your hoes back with them lanes |
Still they answer your calls, like they’re acting the same |
Be the trap to the game |
When you’re looking for cheese |
Nigga’s looking to plead, thirty, he took it with ease |
Black bottles, sipping 'Laire, I’m on my Ross shit |
Selling cocaine to the fiends that make they nose itch |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |
Fast life, I’m so rich |
I’m in the kitchen whipping gold bricks |