Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Gold, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 06.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Gold |
| Damn, I wish they’d take the chains off |
| I wish they’d open the motherfuckin' gates |
| Free all my niggas |
| I wish everybody walk out that grave, man |
| All my loved ones man, Squad |
| This one for the homies locked down the road (You know) |
| Tryna get them bricks and bales, that’s that ghetto gold (Juug) |
| I would never rat a nigga out, could never fold (Flocka) |
| Stay down 'til you come up, realest shit somebody ever told me |
| Molded by the OG’s, the game done show me (You know) |
| Tryna to stay away from the police (Woop, woop) |
| A hustla ain’t shit if he can’t save (Uh-uh) |
| Go to sleep and pray to god I wake up to a play (Yes) |
| Shit hot, streets ain’t safe (Streets ain’t safe) |
| New got fifteen just the other day (Damn) |
| Roots is snitchin' in the street, what the hood say (Hood say) |
| My partner be doin' a life sentence 'cause he didn’t think |
| I know I’m facing thirty years fuckin' with the sink (Whip) |
| I get so much money, I can’t even think (Juug) |
| Twenty years old bought my first mink (Mink) |
| Flashback, Spooks' spot, house full of things |
| Just like my partner Polish, I juug off everything (Juug) |
| What I know about the streets? |
| I know everything (Everything) |
| I sold everything, I know everybody |
| I hope you make that appeal, I’m talkin' 'bout everybody |
| This one for the homies locked down the road (You Know) |
| Tryna get them bricks and bales, that’s that ghetto gold (Juug) |
| I would never rat a nigga out, could never fold (Flocka) |
| Stay down 'til you come up, realest shit somebody ever told me |
| Molded by the OG’s, the game done show me (You know) |
| Tryna to stay away from the police (Woop, woop) |
| A hustla ain’t shit if he can’t save (Uh-uh) |
| Go to sleep and pray to god I wake up to a play (Yes) |
| Shit hot (Hot), streets ain’t safe (Ain't safe) |
| I pray when I kick his door he got a safe (For real) |
| Just dead presidents, my pockets stuck in graves (For real) |
| Throwing Hail Marys, Flocka out here catching plays (For real) |
| One foot in (In), one foot out (Out) |
| Fox was home for a week and got took out (Damn) |
| Lord, why K.O. |
| take his life away? |
| (Huh?) |
| Oh why Rah-Rah had to die on his bike that day (Why?) |
| Why my father have a stand off at the numbers store |
| I feel like I can’t take no more |
| Dunk missed his flight and died in a studio |
| Plus my mama just beat cancer (You Know) |
| I’m looking at the sky for an answer (Flocka) |
| This one for the homies locked down the road (You Know) |
| Tryna get them bricks and bales, that’s that ghetto gold (Juug) |
| I would never rat a nigga out, could never fold (Flocka) |
| Stay down 'til you come up, realest shit somebody ever told me |
| Molded by the OG’s, the game done show me (You know) |
| Tryna to stay away from the police (Woop, woop) |
| A hustla ain’t shit if he can’t save (Uh-uh) |
| Go to sleep and pray to god I wake up to a play (Yes) |