Gold (feat. Eighty4 Fly)

Everything is gold, everything is equal Posted on the porch just chillin', me and my people Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on The world's coated in the gold Krylon, yeah And these days, days, days, they never run away Gold tints, shades that block out that golden haze Take all the gold from the pawnshop that lives behind the case And g-g-give it away When gold erupted from volcanoes in the heavens And every shrine that existed in time melted Tombs open, Dookie Ropes on the pharaohs When everything is gold, who cares about the carats? They say that gold's the skin of the gods You can't take the bandaid when you're gone Now I, now I-I-I'll tip over that kiosk in the mall As the sunset falls into tomorrow Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold Five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold (Today we're feeling like gold) So fresh head to toes Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold Alright now, we open up That car door, hop out, hope they notice us Throughout society we been locked in that cobra clutch More gold bottles, gold bottles, never sober up Ditch Jesus, In Gold I Trust I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt Separate myself by sticking out just because That's how you illustrate power and who you're above But nah, tonight we take it, take it, giving it back Crack open the vault, let everyone mob in the bank Take whatever they want, we party and give thanks I've been rocking gold chains since P was in the tank You only live once, you only live once Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum 'Cause tonight, we ball, we ball, we comin' up Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun Like gold, five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold Oh, oh, oh, oh Today we're feeling like gold Oh, oh, oh, oh Gold coins, gold phone, gold car Costs at least 10 racks to get 16 gold bars Gold rush, suck on my gold dust stuntin' Under these gold trunks, that's two golden nugget Flyin' on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of 'em Past the Space Needle, golden shower on pedestrians Excuse me, that's my bad, that's my eagle and he shouldn't of My eagle got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet, bruh And it's gold, two girls, gold brass Lounging on the water, feet in the gold sand Sipping on Orangina, arms around them both pants They're sipping Olde English right out of a gold can Two girls, gold spandex so pretty That girl ain't even gold, she just got golden girl titties I'm kidding, everyone is gold in my city You paint Betty White gold, even Betty White can get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold Five hundred thousand sold Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold Oh, oh, oh, oh So we're feeling like gold Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh