Gold Rollie DJ Maphorisa (Ft. KLY, Rich Homie Quan & Saudi)

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan]
Rich Homie, Quan!
Baby!
Ohhhhh, yeah-ah, yeah-ah, yeah-ah
Ohhhhh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Rich Homie baby!

[Chorus: Rich Homie Quan]
All gold Rollie (Yeah), yacht master edition
Old school on coach (24), the legend edition (Yeah)
[?] car I stole it, hopping 12 don't get me (Yeah)
Lotta niggas envy 'cause they want my spot
I don't know how the bottom feel because I'm at the top
I don't know how your girl feel because I'm in her mouth
I done got in that real estate, three spots I run them out
Too many partners got locked up I wish I can get them out
I wish I could get them out
I wish I could but I can't so I ain't
Where I'm from you know it big bank over little bank
Shit stink 'round here nigga

[Verse 1: Rich Homie Quan]
Handkerchief when I eat them sloppy, might need me a lil napkin (Aye)
All these hoes salute me like sergeant but don't know I'm captain
Walked in with two nines, on a line and no more has happened
You must be graduating 'cause I swear to God these niggas cappin'
Get dumb this ain't no sitcom and I'm 'bout that action
Blasting at any nigga talking crazy 'bout me
Wanna cop it I ain't gon' stop if you talk crazy
I was born in the water [?] like Navy
I was baptized at fifteen got my savior
I'm all about that paper, you know I say it I say it
If I don't fuck with your DJ my record do not play it
Top back 'cause yeah I bought some jewellery
Quan what you 'bout?