
All Gold Everything (Remix) Trinidad James (Ft. 2 Chainz, Jeezy & T.I.)
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[Intro: Trinidad James & T.I.]
Yeah, you already know, man
It's your boy, T. James
Ain't doing a verse on my shit, I already killed it
Let the legends holla at ya, Tip
(Yeah, I'm talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Big bank, all I do is get bank
Niggas hating on me but they bitch ain't
So conceited, I don't think my shit stank
400,000 dollars on a Mulsanne
Come and kick it with a west side nigga
Think I ain't about that action, wanna bet my nigga?
All day thumbing through the check my nigga
Boy you're broke, you can't even be a threat my nigga
When you're talking to me say it with your chest little nigga
I pull up on your set and make a mess little nigga
Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O's
Wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
Gold yacht, that's the presi' diamond in those
And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
A true trap nigga, I done sold everything
Trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
I said trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
Yeah, you already know, man
It's your boy, T. James
Ain't doing a verse on my shit, I already killed it
Let the legends holla at ya, Tip
(Yeah, I'm talking true A-town trap shit, ya understand that?)
(It the king homeboy, hey Trinidad, dig this homes)
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Big bank, all I do is get bank
Niggas hating on me but they bitch ain't
So conceited, I don't think my shit stank
400,000 dollars on a Mulsanne
Come and kick it with a west side nigga
Think I ain't about that action, wanna bet my nigga?
All day thumbing through the check my nigga
Boy you're broke, you can't even be a threat my nigga
When you're talking to me say it with your chest little nigga
I pull up on your set and make a mess little nigga
Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O's
Wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
Gold yacht, that's the presi' diamond in those
And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
A true trap nigga, I done sold everything
Trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
I said trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
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