Goldy

Token

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    Who the fuck you—
    Who the fuck you—

    Who the fuck you talking to?
    I tell you who I'm talking to
    A bitch who never felt like me
    Everything I do, it come in doubles
    So she made my drink a double
    And they double-take us every time we leave
    Benjamin franky on the hundred
    Benjamin goldey, got a ton ‘em
    Benjamins gotta stick with each other
    One get folded in my jeans
    The other get folder in her jеans
    It’s goldy

    Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy, goldy (goldy)
    Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy

    Daddy never put the dеvil in the details
    'Cause he put it in my momma tummy (tummy)
    Everyone I meet I turn into a product of me (of me)
    Not a fan of change, 'cause that shit is pocket money
    All the curly haired massachusett
    Women with designer hoodies and attitudes
    Know they got at least one of ‘em from me
    At least one of 'em love me, at least three in denial
    Won't see me for awhile, but hate comes in a wave
    And they riding the wave
    They say I am the wave, so ain’t it funny?
    Deviled eggs in my momma tummy (tummy)
    No, it wasn’t breakfast, but I came out hella hungry (hungry)
    They ask how much I make (make, ha-ha)
    I don’t pillow talk (pillow talk), it's all pillow talk
    'Cause every night I sleep on a bed of money
    I don’t rest well, I don’t ride the bench well
    Twenty-three hundred worth of fabric
    Just to be on the cat who hasn’t ever dressed well
    I don’t take offense well, but I got a tall fence
    Just so I can talk less, talk less

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    Who the fuck you talking to?
    I tell you who I'm talking to
    A bitch who never felt like me
    Everything I do, it come in doubles
    So she made my drink a double
    And they double-take us every time we leave
    Benjamin franky on the hundred
    Benjamin goldey, got a ton ‘em
    Benjamins gotta stick with each other
    One get folded in my jeans
    The other get folder in her jeans
    It’s goldy

    Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy, goldy (goldy)
    Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy

    Mama never judge a book by its cover
    But she met the judge when I got booked (booked)
    Never woulda thought she raised me up to be a crook (crook)
    I know God had a sense of humor when I was born
    'Cause I didn’t like sports
    But I still brought out the whole family to see me in court
    I had bb's for a toy, now it’s vv's on the ring
    She got dd's in the shirt, I want rr's on the whips (whips)
    Drink to celebrate, I might hit aa when I'm older
    I got ff on my shoulder, fendy jacket, got the receipt
    That I cc'd to my lawyer (lawyer)
    George Washington, my girls see me every quarter (quarter)
    Every few months 'cause I travel so much
    You don’t get bored much
    When you’re over every boarder
    I'm a mover, I don’t sit well
    I don’t play the bitch well
    Seven men who make sure that it’s safe in here
    Just to protect someone who handle drinks well
    Feeling like I'm chris bale, looking like I'm batman
    Black car, black card in my hand

    Black car, black—
    Black car, black—
    Who the f—, who the f—
    Black car, black—
    Who the fuck you—
    Black car, black—
    Who the fuck you—

    Who the fuck you talking to?
    I tell you who I'm talking to
    A bitch who never felt like me
    Everything I do, it come in doubles
    So she made my drink a double
    And they double-take us every time we leave
    Benjamin franky on the hundred
    Benjamin goldey, got a ton ‘em
    Benjamins gotta stick with each other
    One get folded in my jeans
    The other get folder in her jeans
    It’s goldy

    Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy, goldy (goldy)
    Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy, goldy (goldy)
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy, goldy, goldy
    Goldy, goldy, goldy

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    Composición: Nox Beatz, Token y Mr Kyle C E

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