[Chorus] Pot of gold Hopefully I could chase the sack at the end of the road I'm leavin', I ain't ever comin' back, that's all I know The question that you never seem to ask, I wanna know How I react with beams and MACs? Lil' woadie kick a door She just want some diamonds, flooded from her head to toe Call it perfect timin', on her left wrist, AP froze And over timin', clock keep chimin', I think it's my time to go Dollar signs and he don't mind it, cookin' over stoves Bag made by Marc Jacobs, totin', got my pistol in it AMG, I'm rollin', fully focused, need a cigarette I just got it reassess and on this million dollar check ([?]) Bae, I need to see you for this evenin', I can't get no rest She jsut want some diamonds, no, she don't want no more of me Baby, you the finest, I just want some loyalty I switched up her stylin', Balenciaga, Jordan sneaks I swear that all these police sirens really paranoin' me
[Verse] Relocate, I switch the tone on 'em, I'm a dope boy They done even took my phone number on the task force I can't even speak on my homie, makin' no noise Big bankroll, can't fold, rockin' Chrome Hearts Oh Lord, lil' Pluto, that's my woadie, woadie, in the Goyard Lil' Pluto, that's my woadie, forty in the Goyard 24K like Kobe, got a gold and cold heart Helicopter crash out, I remember last time I done really ran my racks on her, I could bring my cash out I feel like the bad guy, how long we gon' last now? I could see me all in [?], sippin' on this [?] Now I got the last laugh You gave me no chance, you threw my city in the trash can F-150, word around the city, we got bags, and I could get them birdies for the cheap, it's by the gas station ([?]) I could get you murdered out the region, I'm like Mad Max
[Chorus] Pot of gold Hopefully I could chase the sack at the end of the road I'm leavin', I ain't ever comin' back, that's all I know The question that you never seem to ask, I wanna know How I react with beams and MACs? Lil' woadie kick a door She just want some diamonds, flooded from her head to toe Call it perfect timin', on her left wrist, AP froze And over timin', clock keep chimin', I think it's my time to go Dollar signs and he don't mind it, cookin' over stoves Bag made by Marc Jacobs, totin', got my pistol in it AMG, I'm rollin', fully focused, need a cigarette I just got it reassess and on this million dollar check ([?]) Bae, I need to see you for this evenin', I can't get no rest She jsut want some diamonds, no, she don't want no more of me Baby, you the finest, I just want some loyalty I switched up her stylin', Balenciaga, Jordan sneaks I swear that all these police sirens really paranoin' meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
