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goldenboy countup - money convos lyrics

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[intro]
golden, yeah
saucey n+gga
talk to me, baby
uh, yeah

[verse 1]
baby, i’m in that dope zone, icy n+gga, frozone (yeah)
told the plug to get that f+ckin’ sack, yeah, don’t you prolong (yeah)
baby said she missed me, so she pulled up with no clothes on (yeah)
real f+ckin’ trapper, i’m a dope boy, keep my stove on
i was broke and on my d+ck, had to turn into the mack
n+ggas hated on lil’ chicken ’cause he always kept them racks
and tell them n+ggas cop a chicken ’cause he always kept a sack
in six floors, we on the fifth, now we walkin’ out of saks
yeah, they was talkin’ down on me, told them n+ggas i would get it
remember b+tches clowned on me, on my mama won’t forget it
was bad as f+ck, i couldn’t buy a n+gga, know i’m finna steal it
remember tellin’ the math teacher one day i’ma touch a ticket
i’m in the backseat of that maybach, n+gga gotta tip the driver
n+gga, we came up in the trenches, we was trappin’ in a slider
and, bae, my diamonds bright as f+ck, you gotta block it with a visor
and if he plan on keepin’ his b+tch, he better put her up and hide her

[interlude]
d+mn, n+gga
goldenboy countupboy, baby
yuh, for real
yuh
real fly n+gga, one of the flyest n+ggas you’d ever meet
i’m one of the flyest n+ggas you’d ever come ’round, for real
icier than a b+tch, racks stickin’ out my pocket, baby
i’m smellin’ straight like versace, you know what i’m sayin’?
mixed with the motherf+ckin’ creed
fly n+gga
chicken
yeah
[verse 2]
i just bought some land to buy a house, i ain’t have to rent it
yeah, you know jit ain’t got no f+ckin’ label, golden independent
i don’t call it trickin’, if i like it, baby, i’ma spend it
yeah, n+ggas know i’m plugged like a cable, spend it, i’ma save it
four calculators in one hand, i’m ’bout that money, man
tell that n+gga i’m up a couple m’s, what’s a hundred grand?
yeah, hundred bubbles, thousand dollars apiece, that’s a hundred bands
keep up with the speed of his wrist, you’d need a hundred fans



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