Kings & Queens - Certified Gold (Trailer Remix) Lyrics

I tighten up the laces
Feel like getting loose
Nightmares of my fame
I'm glad your dreams came true
My head's too big to fit here
Had to raise the roof
I kept the price tags on
Cause I just paid my dues

Black on my matte shades
Chrome on the lens
I got gold frames
Came up from hard
Bang!
Pull up from deep I got mad range
Handle mine I'm in control
Handlebars I let 'em go
Heads on platter they roll
Act right, do as I say
Or as soon as your don't
Whoa

Cut 'em if the cash ain't right
Murder everything I write
Midas touch
I'm certified gold

Burn 'em if the money light
Tell 'em get they money right
Think we understand
But we don't

I've been running game
But I don't play with you, sports
We're wild dogs running the streets
So how's the view from the porch
It's only lonely at the top
If you pushed all your friends
Hanging on coat tail riding
Had to cut some loose ends

Double-Dutch banks
Both mine
Jump off the stage
Surf slime
Up on the roof
Ghost ride
Gon' open 'em up
Guess who's inside
You gon' pay the prices
That we decided
Don't come up short
No compromises
A cold summer boy
If we call drummer boy
He goes
Gra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

Cut 'em if the cash ain't right
Murder everything I write
Midas touch
I'm certified gold

Burn 'em if the money light
Tell 'em get they money right
Think we understand
But we don't