Testo Gold

Who this? Platna?
Knice on the Sonics
Turn me up, Presso

I'm ballin' everyday and it's with no assists, huh
You niggas [?] you play with your bitch, huh
I gotta watch in my hands to put on my wrist, huh
Rolex diamonds dancin', like the fish, huh Feel like God when we go gold
All these diamonds on me gold
Bitch, keep vibin', we gon' grow, yeah
I'm so ahead of these niggas, y'all in the past
I make a past in the field and it's all 'bout the pass, wait
How could you call it a chain with all that glass, huh?
I'm just gon' hop out the 'Rari and we gon' spazz, huh
Skrrt, skrrt it up, I got the pound off, ayy
Made it, made it out, I got them rounds off, ayy
You ain't talkin' money, you get this dial tone
Money, drugs and bitches, that's on my phone
You better go the church if you need closure
We camе out the hood and turned to soldiers, ayy
Always got a pound, smokin' doja, ayy
Policе right behind, I check my shoulder, ayy I'm professional
Girl, look at me now
Bitch, she like my style, woo-woo, ayy
She cannot fuck with a nigga, I'm really a G
She cannot take off my jewelry, if she does then she gon' freeze
She wanna fuck with a real nigga, then she look at me and see
Girl, I'm as real as it be, uh
But we ain't never gon' be
Ballin', I wife me a bitch that give no respect, huh
Why would I take her on dates if I just want the sex, huh?
Matter fact, she comin' over and I just want neck now
I just be spittin' that trust, I do not need to flex, huh