Gold Rush

[Intro: ZayBang]
I don't wanna hear about no gossip, you can save it

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Look, and I don't wanna hear about no gossip, you can save it
C7 coupe, I don't gotta make payments
The people got behind us, tried to tell me stop racin'
It's Ms on the floor, I feel like I'm losin' patience
They see this new chain, shit, I popped out with Jason
Left my old bitch, she can't find no replacement
I'm stuck up in the field, gotta tie up my laces
And I don't fuck with niggas, I be feelin' like I'm racist

[Verse 1: ZayBang]
They told me I should go and chase a bag, it's a gimmick
See, I been chasin' peace, now I'm feelin' like I'm winnin'
Supreme for the pants and my sweater Tear denim
My son call my phone, then I'm pullin' up to get him
'Ma drunk a deuce straight, I ain't poured in no soda
When these niggas take a loss, they be feelin' like it's over
Enjoy when it's sunny, 'cause I grew up where it's colder
It's only two rules, never bend, never fold up
When me and Beaner pop out, it's lookin' like a gold rush
This shit kinda fake, but nobody never told us
It's Better Off the family, got 'em actin' like they know us
Don't call on nobody, if it's love, they'll show up

[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
Too much fake love, they been waitin' on my fall since I came up
Niggas love to run their mouth, I don't say much
They ask me how I ridin' foreign, bitch, my pape' up
Yeah, goin' crazy, in the stu I put in overtime, I can't get lazy
Zay said them boys get behind and we gon' swang it
Everything I do is for Trayon 'cause he my favorite
Seem like when I shoot my shot, I can't miss
Niggas claim that they vultures, but they really penguins
Man, if it ain't 'bout no money, I can't entertain shit
Brodie, he don't need no pill, he bounce out and paint shit
Niggas behind the A's gate, he bounced out in fake rips
I just got inside my bag, on these beats go ape shit
Remember nights I ain't go home, pops had that late shift
If them people ask some questions, nigga better not say shit

[Chorus: ZayBang]
Look, and I don't wanna hear about no gossip, you can save it
C7 coupe, I don't gotta make payments
The people got behind us, tried to tell me stop racin'
It's Ms on the floor, I feel like I'm losin' patience
They see this new chain, shit, I popped out with Jason
Left my old bitch, she can't find no replacement
I'm stuck up in the field, gotta tie up my laces
And I don't fuck with niggas, I be feelin' like I'm racist