Текст песни Pot of Gold - $olo

Taking trips just for my cardio
Smoking on that leprechaun send me to a pot a gold
When that $olo on bitch turn up the audio
I can't ever affiliate with no naughty hoe
Young nigga come through with that shotta flow
Check my dm's it's hella people saying that I'm about to blow
Imma always tell these niggas what they gotta know
And not what they want
Was chosen straight from the jump

45 is on me like Trump
My niggas gon' smoke you like blunts
I need my backends at once
Ain't taking chances uh uh
She say she dancing at clubs
That's why you don't answer when I call
I don't leave no voicemails, so miss my call that's your L
These niggas on my coattails
Gotta shake 'em off
They want my bread but I ain't boutta break em off
You better go get your own
Cuz I ain't never been the type to give out handouts
But if your bitch ask me then I might just help her man out

Sticking to the plan now
Nothing gon' deter a nigga
I'll be balling and bombing yeah I'm gon' blur a nigga
I just sit back and watch how my bitch gon curve a nigga
Then come and give me a lap dance
I bless with her Cashapp
You pussy and that's sad
Got the bands in the backpack
My rivals are Rap Snacks
Y'all albums is that trash
Ain't no capping boy that's facts
I'm burning need gas masks
Where the J at boy pass that
Imma always get last laugh

I'm feeling like the Joker this ain't Gotham City
With a Harley Quinn I'm asking her to pop a titty
For a crazy bitch, she really acting all sadity
She ain't even want me 'til I went to the park the Bentley
What they want? The riches and the shows and all the gold
I'm just elevating over hoes to my goals
Imma wash these niggas but you know I'll never fold
And imma keep reaching 'til the game is what I hold

In my palms
Waking up I had to read the psalms
Maybe in this book I'll find the answer to my problems
I'm dripping when I step so when you walk just please be cautious
My ego big my dick is big, and yeah I'm kind've obnoxious
I'll have her screaming "Oh my God" even if she agnostic
Or an atheist
I ain't boutta play with this
All these really my sons I gotta babysit
We pulling up with them guns and you got baby sticks

Got me searching for a pot of gold
It's somewhere over the rainbow
I'll be searching for the pot of gold
I'll just wonder where the pain go
I'll be searching for a pot of gold
It's at the end of the rainbow yeah
Hope it takes all the pain ohh away yeah away
Got me searching for a pot of gold
It's somewhere over the rainbow
I'll be searching for the pot of gold
I'll just wonder where the pain go
I'll be searching for a pot of gold
It's at the end of the rainbow yeah
Hope it takes all the pain ohh away yeah away

Man who know what that money gon' do for you if it's gon', you know what I'm saying
If it's gon' make your pain go away
Gotta look for the pot of gold, that one thing, that one goal
To get you over that hump
Get you over the horizon to that next rainbow
To the next one, and the next one
And your ass might meet a leprechaun on the way
Give you some good gas
That good Irish gas
Or Scottish, I don't know what leprechauns is for real
Either way though, know what I'm saying
Reach that goal, put that shit in front of you
And it's gon' be on the other side of your work