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