Gold Rush (feat. 2 Chainz, Macklemore & D.A.)

Yeah You want this money (Yeah) Come take it from me (Yeah) Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold-gold rush, girl You chasing paper (Yeah) You almost famous (Yeah) Fuck all them haters, you're a gold-gold rush, girl 2 Chainz! You can have the ho Got her in my phone, no panties on When she leave me, she gon' need a perm Throat lozenges and need a comb (True) Uh, precision and material I'm fly, I'm aerial If you a centerfold, I'm like, here we go I pass it to my dog Like a give and go really though (Got 'em) I'm 'bout this paper What you been thinking? She like my head, the one below my navel (Oh) I'm living major, and you a hater You, fuck your hating ass parents, nigga Because they made ya You want this money (Yeah) Come take it from me (Yeah) Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold-gold rush, girl You chasing paper (Yeah) You almost famous (Yeah) Fuck all them haters, you're a gold-gold rush, girl Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah) Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah) Yes you are, gold-gold rush, girl Dolce Gabbana, Prada, Ralph Lauren No nada, won't holler Going in for my pockets Gold digging in my wallet You better holler at Ross I'm not copping them all, I'm still shopping at Ross Still tryna spend a little bit of Mark Morrison Return of the Mack back, then break that ass off Give me some Keith Sweat, ease back go off Dry humping that kneecap 'til they scream "Last call!" (Aw shit) She starts chugging some vodka She's thinking I'm Ryan Gosling And these type of girls are crazy, you better watch 'em Wanted a Denzel, ended up fucking Waka I step out the Eldorado I know you don't love me, you just love my poncho My girls back at home posted up at the condo Doesn't mean that we can't ménage though Let's go You want this money (Yeah) Come take it from me (Yeah) Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold-gold rush, girl You chasing paper (Yeah) You almost famous (Yeah) Fuck all them haters, you're a gold-gold rush, girl Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah) Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah) Yes you are, gold-gold rush, girl Baby, you can wear my chain You can take your picture by my car All your friends can drop my name 'Cause tonight you're gonna be a star (Yes you are) You want this money (Yeah) Come take it from me (Yeah) Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold-gold rush, girl You chasing paper (Yeah) You almost famous (Yeah) Fuck all them haters, you're a gold-gold rush, girl Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah) Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah) Yes you are, gold-gold rush, girl