Certified Gold (feat. JR Jones)

I tighten up the laces Feel like getting loose Nightmares of my fame I'm glad your dreams came true My head's too big to fit here Had to raise the roof I kept the price tags on Cause I just paid my dues Black on my matte shades Chrome on the lens I got gold frames Came up from hard Bang! Pull up from deep I got mad range Handle mine I'm in control Handlebars I let 'em go Heads on platter they roll Act right, do as I say Or as soon as your don't Whoa Cut 'em if the cash ain't right Murder everything I write Midas touch I'm certified gold Burn 'em if the money light Tell 'em get they money right Think we understand But we don't I've been running game But I don't play with you, sports We're wild dogs running the streets So how's the view from the porch It's only lonely at the top If you pushed all your friends Hanging on coat tail riding Had to cut some loose ends Double-Dutch banks Both mine Jump off the stage Surf slime Up on the roof Ghost ride Gon' open 'em up Guess who's inside You gon' pay the prices That we decided Don't come up short No compromises A cold summer boy If we call drummer boy He goes Gra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta Cut 'em if the cash ain't right Murder everything I write Midas touch I'm certified gold Burn 'em if the money light Tell 'em get they money right Think we understand But we don't