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co cash - golden ticket lyrics
[intro]
well, of course
yeah, clay
[hook]
look at my wrist, covered in gold
lil b-tch i’m rich, look at my clothes
chasin’ a disk, wipin’ his nose
lil bitty b-tch, touching her toes
talking that sh-t, that is a no
i got a stick, right by the door
glock with a d-ck, came wit a scope
you chasin’ a b-tch, i’m chasin’ that dough
louis vuitton, i am a don
i bought a bomb, smokin’ for lunch
walk in the club, fire big blunt
we throw the ball, we never punt
i’m a big dawg, you just a runt
t-shirt and drawers, yves saint laurent
make in a day what you make in a month
ain’t talkin’ sh-t, i’m just keepin’ it blount
[verse 1]
these n-gg-s cap, i’m just keepin’ it frank
roll up a blunt on the way to the bank
walked in this b-tch and i pulled out a hank
these ain’t no twenties, this nothing but franks
we do this sh-t that these lil n-gg-s ain’t
you try to jump in this water and sank
walk in the party these lil b-tches faint
gave em the drip, think i should be thanked
say i’m rude, lil b-tch move (baby, ain’t the type to chose)
since back then, been that dude (i was freshest at the school)
bada-bing, bada-boom (diamonds h-ttin’, i gotta bruise)
pour me lean, double deuce (i don’t drink no f-ckin’ booze)
f-ck em in twos, f-ck em in fours
jimmy choos, right on her toe
hop in the coupe, put it in cruise
i’m getting true, ride by your hoe
look at these jewels, they got me cool
what is the temp? thirty below
i got a tool, that i use
when i’m in that mood, you know how it go
[hook]
look at my wrist, covered in gold
lil b-tch i’m rich, look at my clothes
chasin’ a disk, wipin’ his nose
lil bitty b-tch, touching her toes
talking that sh-t, that is a no
i got a stick, right by the door
glock with a d-ck, came wit a scope
you chasin’ a b-tch, i’m chasin’ that dough
louis vuitton, i am a don
i bought a bomb, smokin’ for lunch
walk in the club, fire big blunt
we throw the ball, we never punt
i’m a big dawg, you just a runt
t-shirt and drawers, yves saint laurent
make in a day what you make in a month
ain’t talkin’ sh-t, i’m just keepin’ it blount
[verse 2]
take another n-gg- b-tch and hit her like she mine
f-cked her from behind and then i left that hoe behind
ca-ca-can’t remember if this was the first or second time
this b-tch is a ten, but i still dropped her like a dime
in l.a. smoking on dope on a line, just stimulating my mind
i know some n-gg-s they plottin’ on me dyin’, gotta salute em for trying
chains on me like i’m busta rhymes or like i committed a crime
tell em i need me a golden fork whenever i go out and dine
[hook]
look at my wrist, covered in gold
lil b-tch i’m rich, look at my clothes
chasin’ a disk, wipin’ his nose
lil bitty b-tch, touching her toes
talking that sh-t, that is a no
i got a stick, right by the door
glock with a d-ck, came wit a scope
you chasin’ a b-tch, i’m chasin’ that dough
louis vuitton, i am a don
i bought a bomb, smokin’ for lunch
walk in the club, fire big blunt
we throw the ball, we never punt
i’m a big dawg, you just a runt
t-shirt and drawers, yves saint laurent
make in a day what you make in a month
ain’t talkin’ sh-t, i’m just keepin’ it blount
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