Gold(feat. Mia Gladstone) (Explicit) Lyrics
Gold - bbno$/Yung Gravy
Finessin' yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speedin' my whippin'
Whippin' the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he b***hin'
Really about business
Pushin' 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy standin' the corner yeah spinnin' that fidget
Thought he lookin' like a midget
Put you on grill
I put you on skillet
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Golden golden golden
Golden gold yeah yeah yeah
Ice cold and gold in the Summer
I flex on another froze
Gold things got me blindsided
I'm switchin' for the gas I'm a hybrid
Four ladies for the two boys
Baby Gravy I divide it
Ladies like our tracks more than yours
Gentle woman why she took my drawers
Middle of the Summer neck be cold
Baby Gravy truth be told
Fake gold but I still wear it
Take a flight please declare it
Run up on you with my nerf like a sheriff
Lady stop starin'
Ni hao zai jian
Zhe Shi Yi Liang Tian
Ten hoes on me like bang
Yung Baby Yung Gravy
We did it again
Finessin' yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speedin' my whippin'
Whippin' the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he b***hin'
Really about business
Pushin' 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy standin' the corner yeah spinnin' that fidget
Thought he lookin' like a midget
Put you on grill
I put you on skillet
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Golden golden golden
Golden gold yeah yeah yeah
Ice cold and gold in the Summer
I flex on another froze
Got a b***h named Becky and a b***h named Necky
Pull up in the club pocket full of Dos Equis
Roundhouse kick
Motherf**ker don't test me
Bakin' this bread with my motherf**kin' bestie
Yeah that's cute and we gettin' that loot
Gravy train comin' through
B***h toot toot
Took yo' b***h and you thought it was a fluke
But I did that s**t again in a brand new coupe
That's crazy brazy do this s**t daily
Gravy witcha' lady in the back of the Mercedes
Say goodbye to Katy
Posted up with Baby
It's easy motherf**ker
Make a b***h feel wavy
Wavy like a lake
Hunnids need a rake
B***h that I take on
Get a nice steak
Trade a little gravy for a little bit of cake
Every single day for goodness sake
Finessin' yo' mommy when I'm in the kitchen
Speedin' my whippin'
Whippin' the lyrical
Gravy fall out of this chicken
Why is he b***hin'
Really about business
Pushin' 'bout couple of digits
Stussy boy standin' the corner yeah spinnin' that fidget
Thought he lookin' like a midget
Put you on grill
I put you on skillet
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Gold b***h gold wrist
Don't play with no brass
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