GOLDY

Who the fuck you talking to?

I tell you who I'm talking

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

Daddy never put the devil in the details

Cuz he put it in my momma tummy

Everyone I meet I turn into a product of me

Not a fan of change, cuz 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 3 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

No it wasn't breakfast but I came out hella hungry

They ask how much I make

I don't pillow talk

It's all pillow talk

Cuz every night I sleep on a bed of money

I don't rest well

I don't ride the bench well

23 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

It's goldy

Mama never judge a book by its cover but she but met the judge when I got booked never woulda thought she raised me up to be a crook

I know god had a sense of humor when I was born

Cuz I didn't like sports

But I still brought out the whole family a see me in court

I had bbs for a toy

Now it's vvs on the ring

She got dds in the shirt

I want rrs on the whips

Drink to celebrate I might hit aa when I'm older

I got ff on my shoulder

Fendi jacket, got the receipt

That I ccd to my lawyer

George washington, my girls see every quarter

Every few months cuz I travel so much,

You don't really get bored much, when you're over every border I'm a mover I don't sit well

I don't play the bitch well

7 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

It's goldy