Gold Rush Coi Leray

[Chorus]
That bitch got cake up on her face (On her face)
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do the dash bitch I don't race (I do the dash)
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

[Verse 1]
Hold on bitch, do you see my pockets?
Everything in it I will never fold bitch I won't drop it
Everything I wear, damn they go and cop it
I ain't fuckin' with you hoes if you on that opp shit, hold on (Gang)
Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick
I'm a walking lick, I just took his bitch, damn, hold on
She cried too much so I had to switch, rock it with the clique, on some groovy shit, damn, hold on
Yeah we on that Cali shit smokin bali bitch
Bitch I got racks up on my wrist, damn
Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah
Bitch I'm tatted on my fist (On my fist)
I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks
Lookin like I play for the Knicks

[Interlude]
Don't cry, quit complaining
She [?] burning down the floor and she just ate her alive
She got it