Songtexte Gold - JTL Jaido

She asked me what I'm doing so I told her go and drop the lo
We in here getting high but I told her go and drop it low
Ballin' so damn hard, I just hit em with the stop and go
I don't even want the diamonds, I just want a mouth of gold

Yeah I'm from the bottom but I'm finna hit the top for sure
I don't do for show, thought I told you I'm authentic bro
I don't want no hoe and I definitely won't cuff no swoop
I just want the blues like a devil, I ain't play at Duke

I'ma need at least a hundred if you want a verse from me
I don't wanna fuck her, yeah I'd rather go and fuck the beat
Call me Lorax, yeah I be talkin' to these fuckin' trees
Beggin' for the D, she say please, and say thank you

Bad lil' shawty, she keep tellin' me to spank her
I'm droppin' heavy shit, like I'm walkin' around with anchors
Fit so swanky, but I rock Crocs I'm an FL baby
I feel like a prostitute, bitch it's fuck you, pay me

Yeah you can't play me, I'm a star just like I'm Patrick, I ain't talkin' bout Swayze
I be smellin' like some gas but I'm fresh as a daisy
Shawty throw me up the peach, call me Mario baby
Don't call me brother, no you not Luigi, yeah I'm goin' hard

But I swear that I make it look easy
Got this water on me like I'm sponsored by Fiji
Call me Ripley since a jit, cause they ain't ever believe me
Them boys warmin' up the bench, I call 'em Ian Mahinmi

You a what, you a bench warmer
I'm cookin' everywhere I go just like I'm George Foreman
How the fuck you tellin' on the bro, you a whole informant
Actin' like you 12 but you wanna be Ja Morant

Yeah, I give 'em hell cause it's hot where we livin' at
I could never go to jail, I'm too pretty for all of that
I hang up, she callin' back, I told her I'm not attached
I gotta go and get this money, gotta go get these racks

More racks then the rack room, you salty like Splatoon
Hit him in his, ah, now he hurtin' like tattoos
Yeah, you like old news, I'm like brand new
I don't got a drum, but we'll see what the band do

Give her hardwood, yeah, somethin' like bamboo
Got plenty to go around, I got some for your friend too
Yeah, boy he broke as fuck, that's a cavity, not gold dude
Yeah, I'm heavy steppin', walkin' round like I got gold shoes

I need gold teeth
I got gold shoes
I need gold sheets
Ha, gold