That’s Just Gold

Verse 1: Golden Boy
My couch basement, layin in the cut about eight
It's rainin outside, my mouth dry like I was just blazin
Brain rush when the celly ring, or two way, or just a phone
Fuck it though it ain't essentially linked to me bustin flows
My bro, cousins, a couple biddies a clutch a
Dozen cols suds and smoke too so if it's booze, then I must've known
The crew is cruisin cross the second narrows bridge
And got tickets
To a show, you set to go? They heard crickets
Gut laced with hunger pains, maybe another day
He chuckled and sayin son if you must we could hit up Subway
So it was on, rolled equipped with old timbs and flip my bridges on
So I could get rich like any pimp to broads
Drippin fog and I ducked in the whip in shotgun while guzzlin a sip
My coffee mug is topped to the brim
Nod to kittens in the back
Man fat passed his service in Europe
He hit the gas the bitches passin' me Bourbon
As I capped it I was jokin with them folks from the fairer sex
So Joe was on the phone, the girls a go are we there yet?
I'm laughin, no, let Abten know the plan for the jam is to meet in the street
And have a smoke before we hit the VIP
He's like peace, click, and reach for the weed quick
And chickens in the back ain't doin nothing but gigglin
Shit a man in my position more concerned with that jigglin
Mental note, player, fuck the front, later sit with them
I'm seein hearts like it's heaven and the lemon hart helps
Young men and women get a good start as the whip darts
Though the dark elements and Pettit take us where we gotta get
Cause the real party starts at eleven kid

Hook: Golden Boy
The 80 of gin
My name on the list
The lanes that we switch
That's just gold
The ladies are twist
Just babies in whips
A Canadian prince
That's just gold

Verse 2: Golden Boy
Rollin down the window kid, skippin on the disc
With the chicks poking him, yo we got any disco?
It's Joe with the conference call phone blowin up with y'all folks
It's already at the club, but we got it all
I stole a glance up in the mirror at my hat and stuff
Wasn't starin at them ladies in the cut and wearin nothing much
Wink she flashin me ivories, teeth sink on blunt wrap
Pass that reef beside me, she tongue that
Jealousy of ya lime green beverage torrential hail
The high beams as we french inhale
It cut back as the engine wailin through the guts of hastings
Reach down my legs it's Van Halen
Yo she's got it, I wanna get our shuck and jive goin
If we gettin drunk I'm lookin forward to the ride home
They said the club is yes bumpin, son
All I see is wet road refection cold leather on my neck
It's the west coast
Gray depths of the old growth oak
Though at such place they become death tones
Go runnin red, if you see the fuzz duck your head miss
The whip will seat enough if we had one less
And get your fist up speedy when you spot a cyclops
Or a beetle on the street or off a sidewalk
It's worth a six pack, pass the shit back
I'm finna get blasted we missed the first act
And Joey's chillin, yo the hoes be grillin us
Suppose me, I don't give a shit, he's indifferent
Soon as I blink, now she wink, should be a good week
The sweetest thing of any evening is the pre drink

Hook: Golden Boy
The 80 of gin
My name on the list
The lanes that we switch
That's just gold
The ladies are twist
Just babes in whips
A Canadian prince
That's just gold

Outro: Golden Boy
Specifics a list, lady you bitches you crazy if you think we ain't kid (that's just gold)
Everyday motherfucker