Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Do Golds, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 10.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Do Golds |
| Count a cool two mill' without breakin' sweats |
| Bitch I’m always fuckin' flexin', wearin' gold Rolex |
| I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those |
| Bad bitches, I got plenty of those |
| Diamond grill, I can’t do golds |
| I’m ridin' sixes, I can’t do the fours |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
| Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
| Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up) |
| Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check (flocka!) |
| Count a cool two mill' without breakin' sweats |
| Bitch I’m always fuckin' flexin', wearin' gold Rolex |
| Chinnin' through this work, I don’t have to bench press |
| When it come to white, my dawgs always love to flex (FLEX) |
| You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (banana) |
| Run up in my stash then your mama gon' miss you |
| Stay up on my grizzle, thumbin' through a check (okay) |
| Stay a real nigga, I’m a put it on my set |
| Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (yeeoom) |
| Nigga disrespect me, I’ll just leave his ass wet |
| I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those |
| Bad bitches, I got plenty of those |
| Diamond grill, I can’t do golds |
| I’m ridin' sixes, I can’t do the fours |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
| Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
| He ain’t never been scared to a hundred on his head |
| Cash — dead bastard, what his son is |
| That’s your ass if I catch you slippin', with my gun it’s… |
| Black mask, I’m always fuckin' hangin' with the robbers |
| Thumbin' through the bands, I be doin' it (you know) |
| I’m a real nigga, bitch, break yo fuckin' back |
| You a pussy nigga, you don’t want no get back |
| I got raw, bounced back, gotta live with that |
| Same situation, get it how you live, bitch |
| Worth a couple of commas, you ain’t even average |
| I’m flexin', Randy Savage |
| Free my nigga Boosie, I’m a fuckin' savage |
| I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those |
| Bad bitches, I got plenty of those |
| Diamond grill, I can’t do golds |
| I’m ridin' sixes, I can’t do the fours |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |
| Thumbin' through the bands I be playin' with the check |
| Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set |