Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Goldmine , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 26.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Goldmine |
| Check, check I got 'em |
| Pull the reverb up, turn me up just a little bit, yeah |
| Partied last night that shit was too crazy |
| We don’t fuck with them, them niggas fugazy |
| Hurt them haters last night, they need pain pills |
| We was in that bitch all like Lil Wayne grill, uh |
| He said he loves his hood cause it’s a gold mine |
| He said he loves his block cause it’s a gold mine |
| He throwing up his hood cause it’s a gold mine |
| He said he’ll never leave and it’s a gold mine, uh |
| Make that chopper Milly Rock back on this gangster shit |
| Whoever don’t like it, they can suck a gangster dick |
| If she a real bitch then she gon' keep it lowkey |
| I don’t even got to knock, I got a door key, uh |
| Any given night we in a Aroma ho |
| Bout to drink myself into a coma ho |
| Don’t worry about me cause I got a driver |
| And if he drive us in the river then I got divers |
| Bitches so fly they need a runway |
| My nigga tatted up, he with the gunplay |
| Y’all do it for the ‘Gram, we did it with them grams |
| Told y’all niggas watch the throne, so I’m going HAM |
| Bout to put the game in a chokehold |
| Jizzle bought the 'Rari and the dope ho |
| The bitches with me looking better than some pretty diamonds |
| Got her dancing at my crib like it’s the King of Diamonds, yeah |
| Partied last night that shit was too crazy |
| We don’t fuck with them, them niggas fugazy |
| Hurt them haters last night, they need pain pills |
| We was in that bitch all like Lil Wayne grill, uh |
| He said he loves his hood cause it’s a gold mine |
| He said he loves his block cause it’s a gold mine |
| He throwing up his hood cause it’s a gold mine |
| He said he’ll never leave and it’s a gold mine, uh |
| Spot got cameras on the wall just like they Mona Lisa’s |
| 10, 11, chains like you been doing features |
| Tryna tell me 1 on 1 that’s what you’re bout |
| Tryna tell me nigga that I ain’t your (?) |
| Mr. Park the 'Rari and the dope hoes |
| Bout to put the game in a chokehold |
| They ain’t come up on him in his G5 |
| Straight from Finger Lickin' straight to G Fly |
| You say you bust a move? |
| Bust a move then |
| Saw the mansion once and then I moved in |
| Start investigating then I moved out |
| Had to put the merchandise on a new route |
| Keyshia Cole mama nigga man down |
| If I die tonight my funeral at the compound |
| Another sold out event thats word to AG |
| And if you thought that I was over then you crazy |
| Partied last night that shit was too crazy |
| We don’t fuck with them, them niggas fugazy |
| Hurt them haters last night, they need pain pills |
| We was in that bitch all like Lil Wayne grill, uh |
| He said he loves his hood cause it’s a gold mine |
| He said he loves his block cause it’s a gold mine |
| He throwing up his hood cause it’s a gold mine |
| He said he’ll never leave and it’s a gold mine, uh |