Gold Soulja Boy (Ft. Migos)

[Intro: Soulja Boy]
Zaytoven
Yeah
What's happening, Zay?
I never
It's your boy, Soulja
Fuck it, let's go
Turn up

[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
Gold gold gold
Gold gold gold
My neck and wrist, gold
My whip and bitch, gold
My chain and shit, gold
My neck and wrist, gold
Gold gold gold

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Yeah fuck nigga, everything I'm rocking gold
Versace on my pinky, and you know that shit gold
Diamonds in my [?], and you know that shit froze
Smoking on this kush, and it from the northpole
You the type of nigga get a meal, won't leave a tip on the table
Hit the block, pistol on my hip
Versace my neck and Versace my ring, Bugatti my whip, and Bugatti my chain
Gold on my neck and it's gold on my lense, it's gold on my neck when I'm standing on stage
Got so many whips [?] keep falling
Nigga hit the block and I'm instantly balling
40 for the club when I'm in New York, got Lean on Lean, got bottles on bottles
Bad bitch with me want Molly on Molly
[?]
Molly on Molly falling out the Bugatti
When I step in the party, I'm yelling "damb shawty"