Can’t Do Golds Waka Flocka Flame
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[Piece of 1st Verse]
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breaking sweats
Bitch I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
[Hook]
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do the golds
I'm riding sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
[Verse 1]
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breaking sweats
Bitch I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
Chinnin through this work, I don't have to benchpress
When it come to work, my dogs always love to flex (FLEX)
You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (commando)
Run up in my stash house, your mama gon' miss you
Stay up on my grizzle, thumbing through a check (okay)
Stay a real nigga, I'm a put it on my set
Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (yeeoom)
Nigga disrespect me, I'll just leave his ass wet
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breaking sweats
Bitch I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
[Hook]
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can't do the golds
I'm riding sixes, I can't do the fours
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
Thumbing through the bands I be playin' with the check
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set
[Verse 1]
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (flocka!)
Count a cool two mill' without breaking sweats
Bitch I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
Chinnin through this work, I don't have to benchpress
When it come to work, my dogs always love to flex (FLEX)
You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (commando)
Run up in my stash house, your mama gon' miss you
Stay up on my grizzle, thumbing through a check (okay)
Stay a real nigga, I'm a put it on my set
Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (yeeoom)
Nigga disrespect me, I'll just leave his ass wet
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