Golden Gun

[Intro]
Don't fucking move
Everything in your pockets right now
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shut the fuck up
Shut up
Don't say anything
Everything in your pockets right now
Don't try to be a hero, neither
Everything
Everything out your pockets
Now, nigga
Now, nigga!
NOW, nigga!

[Verse 1]
Look, easy way or hard way?
What you really wanna do?
'Cause your move will affect how we part ways
Easy way or hard way?
Pick and choose
Cause this shit is real, boy and I ain't got all day
I'm on a mission, I got paper to stack
And if you play with my stacks I'm taking aim with a strap (Blap, blap)
I'm 'bout to hoard these karats
With a burner made of more than fourteen karats
What's good?
Me when I'm hopping out the chamber
When I'm pulling up, niggas know that it's danger
I'm one that stay with the drum like a band geek
Exotic in the rap, solid gold when we ash these
Nash please, I ain't nothing that you can handle
Try and you'll get toe open like a sandal
You niggas ramble
Ain't nothing silent 'bout a maybe
I'm 'bout my gamble

[Hook]
I'm a trillion dollar baby
And you gon' give me what you owe
Yeah, one shot you don't pay me
And the pistol's solid gold

[Verse 2]
See I ain't really wanna have to
Run up in this bitch but you've been giving me a hassle
Thought I was a buster, then I grant her with a grapple
Graduated to a hustler, I'm walking with my tassle
We all driven, but it's something different that I'm swerving
Laying down some yuppies while I'm dipping through suburbans
Heading back to Brooklyn with some Cali for the burning
You call it luck? I make my own luck, boy I earned this
I wanted it and got it cause I took it
Only needed a shot to the air to get 'em booking
Up out of my chair, I'm on that Ric Flair
WOO!
I'm a trillion dollar child and I'mma look it
Pay me
I'm starving and they looking at me crazy
So I'm running in the pockets of anyone trying to play me
So I suggest you put your hands up, play it safely
I'm wiling cause I'm-

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Rollie on my wrist, Rollie on my wrist
OG in the zip, OG in the zip
40 by my hip, 40 by my hip
They know me by the six, know me by the six
Burn a couple bands, burn a couple bands
Burn another band, burn another band
All I got is everything that I earned, boy
So I'll burn another band, blow another band
Got your boy feeling rich (feeling RICH!)
Looking like I sold a hundred bricks (hundred BRICKS!)
Like I was home whipping in the kitchen
Made a flip off a flick of the wrist (off a flick of the WRIST!)
Got your boy feeling rich (feeling RICH!)
Looking like I sold a hundred bricks (hundred BRICKS!)
Like I was home whipping in the kitchen
Made a flip off a flick of the wrist
(Motherfucker like)
Running in your castle or your temple
Give me all you got or I'll be flashing at your temple
The finger for my trigger aches
So what you want?
It's either by me or a ricochet
Ain't no finding holes in my plot
My plot as a whole is giving you holes and then I plot
So, I suggest you give me what you owe
Cause I'm running out of patience and this pistol's solid gold
So

[Hook]
BABY!
You gon' give me what you owe
Yeah, one shot you don't pay me
And the pistol's solid gold

[Outro: VI Seconds]
BABY!
OH!
PAY ME!
GOLD!