Can't Do Golds (Mollywood) by Waka Flocka Flame
Can't Do Golds (Mollywood) by Waka Flocka Flame

Can’t Do Golds (Mollywood)

Waka Flocka Flame * Track #2 On Mollywood

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Can't Do Golds (Mollywood) by Waka Flocka Flame

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Waka Flocka Flame

Can’t Do Golds (Mollywood) Lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia

[Chorus]
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those (Flex)
Bad bitches (Okay), I got plenty of those (You know)
Diamond grill (Stunna), I can't do the golds (Haha)
I'm riding sixes (Flex), I can't do the fours (Flocka)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Turn up)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Flocka)
Thumbing through the bands (Bands), I be playin' with the check (Flex)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Squad)

[Verse 1]
Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (Turn up)
Thumbing through the bands, I be playin' with the check (Flocka)
Count a cool two mill without breaking sweats
Bitch, I'm always fucking flexing, wearing gold Rolex
Chinnin' through this work, I don't have to bench press (Ah-ah)
When it come to work, my dogs always love to flex (Flex)
You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (Commando)
Run up in my stash house, your mama gon' miss you
Stay up on my grizzle (Flocka), thumbing through a check (Okay)
Stay a real nigga, I'ma put it on my set
Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (Nyoom)
Nigga disrespect me, I'll just leave his ass wet (Wet)

[Chorus]
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those (Flex)
Bad bitches (Okay), I got plenty of those (You know)
Diamond grill (Stunna), I can't do the golds (Haha)
I'm riding sixes (Flex), I can't do the fours (Flocka)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Turn up)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Flocka)
Thumbing through the bands (Bands), I be playin' with the check (Flex)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Squad)

[Verse 2]
He ain't never been scared 'til a hundred on his head (Kill 'em)
Catch that bastard, where his son is? (It's yo' ass!)
If I catch you slipping, where my gun is? (Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow)
I'm always fucking hanging with the Robins
Thumbing through the bands, I be doing that (You know)
I'm a real nigga, bitch, break your fucking back (Back)
You a pussy nigga, you don't want no get back (Pussy)
I got robbed, bounce back, had to live with that (Hahahaha)
Same situation, get it how you live, bitch (Okay)
Worth a couple of commas, you ain't even average (Flocka)
I'm flexing, Randy Savage (Squad)
Free my nigga Boosie, I'm a fucking savage (Flocka)

[Chorus]
I'm rocking Rollies, I'm talking three of those (Flex)
Bad bitches (Okay), I got plenty of those (You know)
Diamond grill (Stunna), I can't do the golds (Haha)
I'm riding sixes (Flex), I can't do the fours (Flocka)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Turn up)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Flocka)
Thumbing through the bands (Bands), I be playin' with the check (Flex)
Keep it real 'til I die, put it on my set (Squad)

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