Twondon - Fools Gold Songtexte

Songtexte Fools Gold - Twondon




Uh
Yeah, back to taking s- personal
Back to showing n- say my name what a verse a do
It's all coercible, malicious intent
Back to getting dark for n- like we rollin' with tints
35 percents, and I need my percent
Cause they talkin' flat fees it just don't make sense
Go repent if you really shooketh
Come to dollars, ain't content every cent I took it
And ever since I took it
Ain't ashamed, they gossip on how I changed
Who to blame? Like we worked this hard to stay the same
Uh, question the name, shorty question the fame
On how we sittin' courtside still the pockets remain, well intact
Enough pull to have 'em run it back
Pockets fat, flight booked, can't pronounce where I'm at
Look at that
Moet with the scallops I got a knack
Now the budget way over, we go for luxury tax
Uh, could never lax like the feeling is foreign
A could never C a L like your ligament torn
I'm too important
Protected like Gotti, could get you sorted
We talkin' telfon, the don should be rewarded
Couldn't touch it
Hard to hate when the b- love it
Order bottles for the look, never took a sip from it
Gotta love it
Borderline broke to losing hope
Now the waves on the stage they gather like I'm the pope
Couldn't cope, had to get this bread
Know the doses is dope without a course in med
I just coast ahead
Cause bein' still, never would, never will
Smith and Wes, son n- best to keep it concealed
On the real, I could go a hour on this s-
Double down on 16's we aspire to get rich
No s-, your b- aspire to getting hit
Stay clean, no tantrum but always throwing fits
I'm a boss
The alligator on ain't Lacoste
Still make it look good regardless of what it cost
How I floss, should be a crime
No hand outs, still stand out when I recline
Two R's on my mind
That's Rolls Royce, my n- had no choice
But I plan to get a deal, get mils just off the voice
Then rejoice cause we really made it
Need that money coming in til the feelings jaded
Interest on how we waited
Pressures weighing but guess who ain't gon crack?
Had to turn 'em into diamonds, flip the brand off that
And that's a fact
N- know the vibe how I tax
We in the same race? Well wait cause I done lapped all these n-
No love lost we just getting bigger
Ya plan to be the man lookin' bleak gettin' dimmer
Do remember
Done told ya'll I'm not to be f- with
The city really mine, name a time I ain't run s-



Autor(en): Antwon Gibbs



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