all gold everything (french montana remix) - trinidad james lyrics
[intro]
this sh-t sound like 007 on n64 and sh-t (haaan!)
aye, aye montana
trinidad, what up? (haaan!)
[hook]
gold all in my watch
don’t believe just watch
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga
don’t believe me just watch
don’t believe me just watch
n-gga, n-gga, n-gga
don’t believe me just watch
don’t believe me just watch
gold all in my chain
gold all in my ring
gold all in my watch
don’t believe me just watch
[verse 1: french montana]
cribs all in my chain
cars all in my ring
all them bad b-tches watchin’
n-gga, n-gga, is it me or my watch?
man, i pull up in the bank, 2-liter full of drank
shaquille up in the paint, a dealer on my link
i popped the molly, can’t sleep
i popped the molly, can’t eat
bad batch my n-gga
don’t p-ss that sh-t to me
i’m high my n-gga
stop talkin’ that sh-t to me
i be gettin’ to the money, give a f-ck about a hater
i be rollin’ up the og in paper like a taylor gang
getting’ money my n-gga
f-ck them n-ggas that’s hatin’
it’s montana, my n-gga
we don’t count money, we weigh it
[hook]
[verse 2: trinidad james]
this ain’t for no f-ck n-gga
if you a real n-gga then f-ck with me
this one for the hood n-ggas
hipster b-tches that shop at lenox
dark skinned, light skinned, asian and white women
hypebeasts we know aboutchea’
don’t buy shoes unless they popula’
for the hoes, my n-gga
that’s p-ssy popping at magic city
got that strong, my n-gga
then come match that sh-t with me
smoking mid, my n-gga
then don’t p-ss that sh-t to me
this one for my n-ggas
and b-tches bout that money, (cash out)
gotta love, chesire bridge
them bad hoes at onyx
i don’t f-ck with no snitches
so don’t tell me who telling
this one for them colleges
them bad hoes at spelman
shout out to them freshmen
on instagram straight flexin’
popped a molly, i’m sweating woo
popped a molly, i’m sweating woo
momma always told me, boy count your blessings
in god i trust, so i kept counting them franklins
i’m too fly, you know this
lemme give your -ss a checklist
one gold watch, two gold chains
six gold rings, it’s nothing, god dayum
og jordans, them high socks
no shirt on, i’m stunting, okay
and this song for them f-ck n-ggas
who hating on you this summer, f-ck em
talk sh-t behind your back
but won’t say sh-t in public, f-ck em
[original hook]
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