Gold Rush

[Chorus]
That bitch got cake up on her face (On her face)
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do the dash bitch I don't race (I do the dash)
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

[Verse 1]
Hold on bitch, do you see my pockets?
Everything in it I will never fold bitch I won't drop it
Everything I wear, damn they go and cop it
I ain't fuckin' with you hoes if you on that opp shit, hold on (Gang)
Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick
I'm a walking lick, I just took his bitch, damn, hold on
She cried too much so I had to switch, rock it with the clique, on some groovy shit, damn, hold on
Yeah we on that Cali shit smokin bali bitch
Bitch I got racks up on my wrist, damn
Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah
Bitch I'm tatted on my fist (On my fist)
I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks
Lookin like I play for the Knicks

[Interlude]
Don't cry, quit complaining
She [?] burning down the floor and she just ate her alive
She got it

[Verse 2]
I-I-I just- I just pull up with my silky on
Good thing he the only man with a milky on
Hold on, yeah I got these bitches goin' (I got these bitches goin')
Hold on, even though they get annoyin' (Huh)

[Bridge]
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got alotta, got alotta, got alotta, dough (Hol' up)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
Got alotta, got alotta, kick it up, bah, go

[Chorus]
That bitch got cake up on her face (On her face)
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do that dash, bitch I don't race (I do that dash)
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

[Outro]
Giddy up, giddy up (Giddy up), giddy up, go (Git, git, git)
Got alotta, got alotta (Got alotta), got alotta, dough
Giddy up (Bow), giddy up (Gang), giddy up (Bow), go
Got alotta (Got alotta), got alotta, kick it up, bah, go