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 pawn shop 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?

And they say that gold's the skin of the gods

You can't take the Band-Aid when you're gone

Now I, now I-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, fourteen 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, fourteen 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 stickin' 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 a 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

Like gold, five hundred thousand sold

Slick Rick gold rope on, hella cold

And we stay fresh, so fresh, head to toes

Goldschläger faded, fourteen 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 ten racks to get sixteen 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 have"

My eagle got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet, bruh

And it's gold, two girls, gold brass

Loungin' on the water, feet in the gold sand

Sippin' on Orangina, arms around them both pants

They're sippin' 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

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, fourteen 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, fourteen 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