GOLDEN ft. Goody Lyrics

Lemme go cold cut

With some drive by killers in a gold rush

Imma mind my business if the hoe hush

Hemi fly past boys on the low luck

Double tap my post if you know sum

Watching all my post but you mad tho

My bag on 10 feel special

In my mind like sco after one note

After one note niggas wanna hold you

Hit a high them niggas wanna hoe you

Slide with the gang gang in the gold coupe

Just finished that shift and I'm gon' scoop

Imma Add them layers like pro tools

Imma keep it G what I'm gon' do

Cross me and we gon' fall through

Drop that game call me the guru

And I walk back in like hol on

Post up in the gutta like Gold Coast

Too fast how you niggas get rolled on

Sun roof murda ain't really new news

Gotta mention the berry pushing that P like Larry folks from here don't scare me

Trynna compare me look alike sound alike rarely im too normal barely

Poppin top like champagne

LV on my gold chain

Don't talk to me, you a bird brain

Im just so plain arcane

Playing games like arcade

never stop like a freight train

Walk around the building stopped like 10 times yea they all know my name im a king

I feel golden I feel golden yea yea yea yea yea yea

I feel golden I feel golden yea yea yea yea yea yea

What you wanna do where you wanna go

Yea yea yea

What you wanna do where you wanna go

Yea yea yea

Gobble yo fears or fold up

Turtles win wars no bogus

Parkview porch my morals

Backseat hoes get dough up

And you already know how im coming

Belaire Rosé pour up

Old ways chalked cause I need mas they hate when they seen that glo up

Open the door to the real ones

I clean up good I don't leave crumbs

I aint no wolf in sheep's clothing

I lay the truth when the time comes

Ten cuidado conmigo mami

Stacking chips where you'll find me

When you see me, better get get down on one knee cause im pushing G

This sum slight don't trip up

We doing this with pleasure

You control your hiccups

But it ain't really no pressure

Let me just shine like bishop

I got the juice please don't assume

My fam on go like booster

This ain't a truce imma aim loose

This that glo up season

Dont be filled with treason

Pull me down you a heathen

I like that bread Artesian

Im flying high no doubt

No chasing fame I got clout

Bolt to the finish

Bust that line

Get that dub and we out

I feel golden I feel golden yea yea yea yea yea yea

I feel golden I feel golden yea yea yea yea yea yea

What you wanna do where you wanna go

Yea yea yea

What you wanna do where you wanna go

Yea yea yea