Paved In Gold Chris Webby (Ft. Rittz)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I live a life of a desperado
They follow my trail of the empty bottles
No turning back, through the desert I go
To stake my claim of the jealous rivals
Try to move in but I cannot lie low
I keep raising hell while the devil follows
But ain't no getting away from el diablo
He's bound to catch up in the end, but I know
We're on the road again, on the dough
'Cause I been often known to get ahead
Put the world up on my shoulders, when I call they know
They better follow the words that I said
I'm on every wanted poster, while the law gets closer
And the vultures circles overhead
Got my hand up on my holster like an army soldier
I'll defend what's mine until I'm dead
Travel my light of the moon
They telling the tales of my travels in every saloon
Take every doubloon
Shit, even that gold on your molar is mine when I step in the room
Baby, this a stick up, handkerchief over my nose
Take what's mine and I'm gone like a ghost
Back up in the saddle, on the road I go
Until it's all paved in gold, yeah