Mister Gold Mister Gold tell me what I need to know
Is she bad is she cold will she drop it to the floor
Yeah homie shit but you gotta let these niggas know
Young money KayJeyD bagged it with the flow
Open up the window finna air this bitch out
Hoes better hop up on the dick before they miss out
All gold everything even on the Mary Jane
Cop a head up to the shoulder on her knees and everything
They talk a lot of shit till the chrome four fifth on your dome
Bout an inch from a phone call bitch
Concrete jungle inner city struggle weakness disease infection of the fungle
Last of us you the last one to make shit buss
I'm on a makeshift bus ridin down to the warzone
Of course y'all wanted me to double down free fall
These tall street cars runnin on the tax money
And the souls of the innocent
Triple pseudo feminist runnin solely on the passion and the adrenaline
Runnin in the halls Imma ball check the images
Rap was never dead and you are not a lyricist
Red hot skulls in the basement killin shit
Pop another shot lemme hear a one two
Niggas on the block thinkin what he gon do
Need to prove your worth unless you only some fool
Got a lotta pride nigga watchu gotta prove
Clock another box we'll grease y'all goons
Hoes at the shows tell me money gon do
Got a bit of wit you a cunning old fool
Fangs on the whip and the teeth gold too
Ya boy Kay learned to never let a nigga go and take shit
Tired of the haters boy I'm tired of the fake shit
Money long King Kong Imma go and make it
See me do the dash to bank homie made quick
And I just got 1k on a song cool shit
Cool it cool it nigga you are stupid
How you tell me 1k ever gonna do shit
How the f*ck you think one song make you rich nigga
How you get under triple digits up on your page nigga
That's just all the shit all the haters say brush em off
Nigga I ain't ever like em anyway see if I
Who down showdown this another shootout
Goin sandy on the hook I'm boutta get the loot now
Heated I'm Hawaii my bitches is from the luau
Don't get mad nigga you just need to cool down
You just need to cool down
KayJeyd - Mister Gold Lyrics
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Mister Gold Mister Gold tell me what I need to know
Is she bad is she cold will she drop it to the floor
Yeah homie shit but you gotta let these niggas know
Young money KayJeyD bagged it with the flow
Open up the window finna air this bitch out
Hoes better hop up on the dick before they miss out
All gold everything even on the Mary Jane
Cop a head up to the shoulder on her knees and everything
They talk a lot of shit till the chrome four fifth on your dome
Bout an inch from a phone call bitch
Concrete jungle inner city struggle weakness disease infection of the fungle
Last of us you the last one to make shit buss
I'm on a makeshift bus ridin down to the warzone
Of course y'all wanted me to double down free fall
These tall street cars runnin on the tax money
And the souls of the innocent
Triple pseudo feminist runnin solely on the passion and the adrenaline
Runnin in the halls Imma ball check the images
Rap was never dead and you are not a lyricist
Red hot skulls in the basement killin shit
Pop another shot lemme hear a one two
Niggas on the block thinkin what he gon do
Need to prove your worth unless you only some fool
Got a lotta pride nigga watchu gotta prove
Clock another box we'll grease y'all goons
Hoes at the shows tell me money gon do
Got a bit of wit you a cunning old fool
Fangs on the whip and the teeth gold too
Ya boy Kay learned to never let a nigga go and take shit
Tired of the haters boy I'm tired of the fake shit
Money long King Kong Imma go and make it
See me do the dash to bank homie made quick
And I just got 1k on a song cool shit
Cool it cool it nigga you are stupid
How you tell me 1k ever gonna do shit
How the f*ck you think one song make you rich nigga
How you get under triple digits up on your page nigga
That's just all the shit all the haters say brush em off
Nigga I ain't ever like em anyway see if I
Who down showdown this another shootout
Goin sandy on the hook I'm boutta get the loot now
Heated I'm Hawaii my bitches is from the luau
Don't get mad nigga you just need to cool down
You just need to cool down
Is she bad is she cold will she drop it to the floor
Yeah homie shit but you gotta let these niggas know
Young money KayJeyD bagged it with the flow
Open up the window finna air this bitch out
Hoes better hop up on the dick before they miss out
All gold everything even on the Mary Jane
Cop a head up to the shoulder on her knees and everything
They talk a lot of shit till the chrome four fifth on your dome
Bout an inch from a phone call bitch
Concrete jungle inner city struggle weakness disease infection of the fungle
Last of us you the last one to make shit buss
I'm on a makeshift bus ridin down to the warzone
Of course y'all wanted me to double down free fall
These tall street cars runnin on the tax money
And the souls of the innocent
Triple pseudo feminist runnin solely on the passion and the adrenaline
Runnin in the halls Imma ball check the images
Rap was never dead and you are not a lyricist
Red hot skulls in the basement killin shit
Pop another shot lemme hear a one two
Niggas on the block thinkin what he gon do
Need to prove your worth unless you only some fool
Got a lotta pride nigga watchu gotta prove
Clock another box we'll grease y'all goons
Hoes at the shows tell me money gon do
Got a bit of wit you a cunning old fool
Fangs on the whip and the teeth gold too
Ya boy Kay learned to never let a nigga go and take shit
Tired of the haters boy I'm tired of the fake shit
Money long King Kong Imma go and make it
See me do the dash to bank homie made quick
And I just got 1k on a song cool shit
Cool it cool it nigga you are stupid
How you tell me 1k ever gonna do shit
How the f*ck you think one song make you rich nigga
How you get under triple digits up on your page nigga
That's just all the shit all the haters say brush em off
Nigga I ain't ever like em anyway see if I
Who down showdown this another shootout
Goin sandy on the hook I'm boutta get the loot now
Heated I'm Hawaii my bitches is from the luau
Don't get mad nigga you just need to cool down
You just need to cool down
Writer: Kai Dallalio
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid