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cassie - all gold all girls (remix) lyrics

mmm mmm mmm
mmm mmm mmm (all gold)
mmm mmm mmm
mmm mmm mmm (all gold)

c-ssie

i don’t f-ck broke b-tches
we ain’t taking no pictures
smoke weed and blow kisses
top speed and go missing
you should be embarrased
talking about me (about me)
just shopping in paris (paris)
minding my business (my business)!

chorus:
it’s just gold in my chain (my chain)
gold all in my ring (my ring)
gold all in my watch (my watch)
don’t believe me just watch, b-tch!
yes, i’m still shopping like f-ck it, let’s get it (let’s get it)
hate, but you love me, you just can’t admit it
it’s just gold in my chain (my chain)
gold all in my ring (my ring)
gold all in my watch (my watch)
don’t believe me just watch!
n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-!
it’s just gold in my chain (my chain)
gold all in my ring (my ring)
gold all in my watch (my watch)
don’t believe me just watch!
n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-!

trina verse

gold chain, gold ring, gold nails
stepping out in all gold chanel
gold grill, gold yacht, stay fly,
said he wanna fly me around the whole world!
dj, champagne, not me
plus i found a king with a chauffeur
blunt b-tches, far back!
so what? plus you jose, put it no work!
why, why, why?
why you’re talking all that sh-t?
honestly, i don’t give a f-ck
you won’t catch me with no broke n-gg-
i ain’t taking no pictures, no!
middle finger to these b-tches
pop, pop, popped a molly i’m dancing (woo!)
overseas with c-ssie, yeah
fly b-tches, get money!

chorus:
it’s just gold in my chain (my chain)
gold all in my ring (my ring)
gold all in my watch (my watch)
don’t believe me just watch!
n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-!
it’s just gold in my chain (my chain)
gold all in my ring (my ring)
gold all in my watch (my watch)
don’t believe me just watch!
n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-

lola monroe

three bad b-tches, but we mashing though
with the top chopped off like c-ssie, hoe
if your money lame, that mean ya p-ssy lame
and my clique all stars, no rookie game
versace cotour, on my decor
hit the scene rich b-tch sh-t i buy gallore
24 karats gold is how we gonna tally hoes and
keep them spinning like a mother f-cking marry go
queen arrow, bring sorrow, coffee colored bugatti, a creed borrowed
starbucks, cars, trucks, my queen sip ace play your card, sl-t!
hard top, soft top, that’s a tough call
hundred bottles of ciroc that’s a puff call (h-llo?)
body cold, hard core, f-ck around and get my haters dipped in all gold!

- cassie lyrics

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