Lyrics Gold - Topaz Jones , Floyd Fuji

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Checking in with some brand new Topaz Jones
For that ass

You were hotter as a blonde
But I wouldn't say I mind that your roots showin'
Couldn't wait to be a momma
Bet all the neighborhood boys put the moves on ya'
Why you springing for designer?
A white tee with some jeans, it's a look for ya'
Gold is leaking through the blinds
We ain't sleeping through the night

They say sex is a weapon
I think it's a narcotic
Niggas starin' at her titties
Couldn't stick to the topic
Outside the club with no plug
That'll fit in the socket
Carry the clutch for the blush
Lipstick in the pocket
Pay the phone, cable, rent
When she get the deposit
She tryna keep her waist thin as skeletons in her closet
She got her "round the way" fit And her runway fresh
They want that little black dress and Sunday's best
If she do go on a date
It's typically through an app and five
Minutes into dinner
Realizing he doesn't appetize her
Spacing out at the table
Say I'm an astronaut
I told her all the places I'd take her if I had a rocket
Red glare, brake lights, I'm a playwright
We all putting on a show to hide the stage fright
Take a bow
They throwing flowers at your feet
Know you proud to tell them all about how I was counting sheep on you...

You were hotter as a blonde
But I wouldn't say I mind that your roots showin'
Couldn't wait to be a momma
Bet all the neighborhood boys put the moves on ya'
Why you springing for designer?
A white tee with some jeans, it's a look for ya'
Gold is leaking through the blinds
We ain't sleeping through the night...

They say sex is a weapon
You my executioner
In that dress
Thought you could have stood next to Lucifer
Hot mess but I clean up nice, you gotta say
Take a life if that's really the price I gotta pay
I'm not a player
I'm just crushing on you love
Might tell a lie if you ask is it true love
Two doves one stone don't always do it
Ask my dogs
Yeah we all been through it
Why do I try so hard to hide myself? (myself)
And end up sitting here beside myself (myself)
With these
Long faces, like Earth, Wind, and Fire bassist
And cars race, but not at this heart's pace
Stop playin' wit me
The game over a Lil Flip of the switch
Could shed light on the most
The red wine for the toast
The Cuervo for the nightcap
That's when we really got raw
Dropped the polite act, I like that
You follow your own trends
You rock with your old friends
When niggas shootin' their shot
Then you promise to goaltend
And I could be more tender
Though I'm a low spender
Didn't know it then
Now I could tell that you were meant for me

Yeah you were meant for me

You were hotter as a blonde
But I wouldn't say I mind that your roots showin'
Couldn't wait to be a momma
Bet all the neighborhood boys put the moves on ya'
Why you springing for designer?
A white tee with some jeans, it's a look for ya'
Gold is leaking through the blinds
Still ain't sleeping through the night, no