Golden ticket – Co Cash lyrics

Lyrics Golden ticket – Co Cash

Golden ticket lyrics
Neck and my wrist covered in gold
Lil b***h I’m rich, look at my clothes
He send a diss, wiping his nose
Lil Bitty b***h touching her toes
Talking that s**t that is a no
I got that stick, right by the door
Glock with the d**k k with the scope
You chasing that b***h, I’m chasing that dough
Louis Vuitton I am a don
I bought a bomb, smoke it for lunch
Walk in the club, fire big blunt
We throw the ball, we never punt
I’m a big dawg, you just a runt
T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent
Make in a day what you make in a month
Ain’t talkin’ s**t, I’m just keepin’ it blount

These niggas cap, I’m just keepin’ it frank
Roll up a blunt on the way to the bank
Walked in this b***h and I pulled out a hank
These ain’t no twenties, this nothing but Franks
We do this s**t that these lil niggas ain’t
You try to jump in this water and sank
Walk in the party these lil bitches faint
Gave em the drip, think I should be thanked
Say I’m rude, lil b***h move (baby, ain’t the type to chose)
Since back then, been that dude (I was freshest at the school)
Bada-bing, bada-boom (Diamonds hittin’, I gotta bruise)
Pour me lean, double deuce (I don’t drink no fuckin’ booze)
F**k em in twos, f**k em in fours
Jimmy Choos, right on her toe
Hop in the coupe, put it in cruise
I’m getting True, ride by your hoe
Look at these jewels, they got me cool
What is the temp? Thirty below
I got a tool, that I use
When I’m in that mood, you know how it go

Neck and my wrist, covered in gold
Lil b***h I’m rich, look at my clothes
Chasin’ a disk, wipin’ his nose
Lil bitty b***h, touching her toes
Talking that s**t, that is a no
I got a stick, right by the door
Glock with a d**k, came wit a scope
You chasin’ a b***h, I’m chasin’ that dough
Louis Vuitton, I am a don
I bought a bum, smokin’ for lunch
Walk in the club, fire big blunt
We throw the ball, we never punt
I’m a big dawg, you just a runt
T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent
Make in a day what you make in a month
Ain’t talkin’ s**t, I’m just keepin’ it blount

Take another n***a b***h and hit her like she mine
Fucked her from behind and then I left that hoe behind
Ca-ca-can’t remember if this was the first or second time
This b***h is a ten, but I still dropped her like a dime
In L.A. smoking on dope on a line, just stimulating my mind
I know some niggas they plottin’ on me dyin’, gotta salute em for trying
Chains on me like I’m Busta Rhymes or like I commited a crime
Tell em I need me a golden fork whenever I go out and dine

Neck and my wrist, covered in gold
Lil b***h I’m rich, look at my clothes
Chasin’ a disk, wipin’ his nose
Lil bitty b***h, touching her toes
Talking that s**t, that is a no
I got a stick, right by the door
Glock with a d**k, came wit a scope
You chasin’ a b***h, I’m chasin’ that dough
Louis Vuitton, I am a don versuri-lyrics.info
I bought a bum, smokin’ for lunch
Walk in the club, fire big blunt
We throw the ball, we never punt
I’m a big dawg, you just a runt
T-shirt and drawers, Yves Saint Laurent
Make in a day what you make in a month
Ain’t talkin’ s**t, I’m just keepin’ it blount

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