Lyrics Gold Wrist - Metta Mane

Keep a gold wrist on me keep a Platinum bitch to
The money tree be growing we still Pop the trunk n shoot at you
Mind full of money shit my pockets Full to
Know exactly where i'm going not Shit bout what i really do
I go with racks like tennis shoes
Stay on track im losing you
Know my money coming fool
Born to win not born to lose
Crash yo place that what we do
Fucked yo bitch i ain't fucking wit You
Put you in your place like you just Moved
I made my money and i ain't get it With you

Middles fingers up
Thumbing thru the bands in the Cut
I'm gone stay ten toes ion needa Hand when it's up
Got like 3 ps when we smoke out One pound ain't enough
I ain't fucking witta pick me bitch Please i'm picking numbers up
Shit
I'ma pick the money first off
Dirty money from the dirt dawg
Standing on my two feet never Took a mother fucking handout
Green pink n blue yea these shades The money tree gone grow out
Gotta actress bitch on my dick she Love me cus i really show out

Keep a gold wrist on me keep a Platinum bitch to
The money tree be growing we still Pop the trunk n shoot at you
Mind full of money shit my pockets Full to
Know exactly where i'm going not Shit bout what i really do
I go with racks like tennis shoes
Stay on track im losing you
Know my money coming fool
Born to win not born to lose
Crash yo place that what we do
Fucked yo bitch i ain't fucking wit You
Put you in your place like you just Moved
I made my money and i ain't get it With you

Count that bag they mad im Counting on em
Independent check major blues im Counting on a bitch
Can't fuck wit nobody they like old News i don't look at em
Just sit down do what you told to Or stand up like yes your honor
Aye fuck your honor i own mine Like ownership
What's a condom fuck the bullshit
Smack down raw if about a Problem
Troubleshooting problem solving
Know they wandering
Do he really got on him of course i Did then i said i keep a gold wrist on me