GoLdEn TicKeT - Co Cash

Well, of course

Yeah, Clay

Nigga, my wrist, covered in gold

Lil bitch I’m rich, look at my clothes

Chasin' a disk, wipin' his nose

Lil bitty bitch, touching her toes

Talking that shit, that is a no

I got a stick, right by the door

Glock with a dick, came wit a scope

You chasin' a bitch, I’m chasin' that dough

Louis Vuitton, I am a don

I bought a bomb, smokin' for lunch

Walk in the club, fire big blunt

We throw the ball, we never punt

I’m a big dawg, you just a runt

T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent

Make in a day what you make in a month

Ain’t talkin' shit, I’m just keepin' it blount

These niggas cap, I’m just keepin' it frank

Roll up a blunt on the way to the bank

Walked in this bitch and I pulled out a hank

These ain’t no twenties, this nothing but Franks

We do this shit that these lil niggas ain’t

You try to jump in this water and sank

Walk in the party these lil bitches faint

Gave em the drip, think I should be thanked

Say I’m rude, lil bitch move (baby, ain’t the type to chose)

Since back then, been that dude (I was freshest at the school)

Bada-bing, bada-boom (Diamonds hittin', I gotta bruise)

Pour me lean, double deuce (I don’t drink no fuckin' booze)

Fuck em in twos, fuck em in fours

Jimmy Choos, right on her toe

Hop in the coupe, put it in cruise

I’m getting True, ride by your hoe

Look at these jewels, they got me cool

What is the temp?

Thirty below

I got a tool, that I use

When I’m in that mood, you know how it go

Nigga, my wrist, covered in gold

Lil bitch I’m rich, look at my clothes

Chasin' a disk, wipin' his nose

Lil bitty bitch, touching her toes

Talking that shit, that is a no

I got a stick, right by the door

Glock with a dick, came wit a scope

You chasin' a bitch, I’m chasin' that dough

Louis Vuitton, I am a don

I bought a bomb, smokin' for lunch

Walk in the club, fire big blunt

We throw the ball, we never punt

I’m a big dawg, you just a runt

T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent

Make in a day what you make in a month

Ain’t talkin' shit, I’m just keepin' it blount

Take another nigga bitch and hit her like she mine

Fucked her from behind and then I left that hoe behind

Ca-ca-can't remember if this was the first or second time

This bitch is a ten, but I still dropped her like a dime

In L.A. smoking on dope on a line, just stimulating my mind

I know some niggas they plottin' on me dyin', gotta salute em for trying

Chains on me like I’m Busta Rhymes or like I committed a crime

Tell em I need me a golden fork whenever I go out and dine

Nigga, my wrist, covered in gold

Lil bitch I’m rich, look at my clothes

Chasin' a disk, wipin' his nose

Lil bitty bitch, touching her toes

Talking that shit, that is a no

I got a stick, right by the door

Glock with a dick, came wit a scope

You chasin' a bitch, I’m chasin' that dough

Louis Vuitton, I am a don

I bought a bomb, smokin' for lunch

Walk in the club, fire big blunt

We throw the ball, we never punt

I’m a big dawg, you just a runt

T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent

Make in a day what you make in a month

Ain’t talkin' shit, I’m just keepin' it blount