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trae tha truth - all gold everything (remix) lyrics

[intro: trae tha truth]
you rockin with one of the realest right now
trae tha motherf-ckin truth
a.b.n, hustle gang n-gg-

[verse 1: trae tha truth]
young truth james, all gold solja
black ice, you ain’t seen sh-t colder
young truth james all gold soldier
black ice you ain’t seen sh-t colder
all through a price, n-gg-, everything gold
i’m the man ask about me, n-gg-, everybody know
all gold coup, gold chains on me
in the hood stunting with this change all on me
n-gg-, feel like snow blow game like sony
don shot a b-tch, leave her brains all on me
louie got these racks on hostage trying to get out
ceiling on my whip too c-cky i made em sit out!
you can find me in the hood like i never been out
johnny got a spot for a n-gg-, i’m bout to rent out
diamonds in my grill, i got that work off in the locker
fly across a hater with that all gold chopper
haters on my d-ck i’d rather try to b-mper
green lighter light up like can’t stop ya
n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-

[verse 2: yung quis]
gold all in my watch, n-gg-s be hatin so i ride with that glock
n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-
wutchu sayin? i’m so hot
fresh out of charlie i just sold the block
n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-, n-gg-
she pop the molly, she sweatin too
20 floors up, i got a great view, no kevin durant but my n-gg-s shoot
one gold watch, it don’t look gold
that b-tch iced out, that b-tch look froze
tippin on 6-10, black paint, black floors
boss ain’t get em i’mma get em all trust me
trace ain’t get em i’mma let the russle
open the brick now i’m grinding
open the brick now i’m grinding
for the hoes add dreams
feed live, fetish too
smoking mean, not keys
kush bar for life and my n-gg-s too
these n-gg-s, they know
i saw that sh-t with my eyes closed
strap up when i’m f-ckin these hoes
i’m a boss so i might buy heels and clothes
keys!

[hook: trinidad james]
gold all in my watch
don’t believe me, just watch
n-gg- n-gg- n-gg-
don’t believe me, just watch
don’t believe me, just watch
n-gg- n-gg- n-gg-
don’t believe me, just watch
don’t believe me, just watch
gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
gold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch

[verse 3: french montana]
cribs all in my chain
cars all in my ring
all them bad b-tches watchin’
n-gg-, n-gg-, is it me or my watch?
man, i pull up in the bank, 2-litre full of drank
shaquille up in the paint, a dealer on my link
i popped the molly, can’t sleep
i popped the molly, can’t eat
bad batch – my n-gg-
don’t p-ss that sh-t to me
i’m high – my n-gg-
stop talkin’ that sh-t to me
i be gettin’ to the money, give a f-ck about a hater
i be rollin’ up the og in paper like the taylor gang
getting’ money my n-gg-
f-ck them n-gg-s that’s hatin’
it’s montana, my n-gg-
we don’t count money, we weigh it

[verse 4: t.i.]
big bank, all i do is get bank
n-gg-s hating on me but they b-tch ain’t
so conceited, i don’t think my sh-t stank
400,000 dollars on a mulsanne
come and kick it with a west side n-gg-
ain’t about that action, wanna bet my n-gg-?
all day thumbing through the check my n-gg-
boy you’re broke, you can’t even be a threat my n-gg-
when you’re talking to me say it with your chest little n-gg-
i pull up on your set and make a mess little n-gg-
okay, i got a kilo of gold 36 o’s
wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
gold yacht, that’s the presi’ diamond in those
and just paid cash for a rolls royce
a true trap n-gg-, i done sold everything
trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
i said trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything

[verse 5: young jeezy]
bought a gold bottle now we on the dom
big faced rollie take up half my arm
porsche 911 with the gabby top
all gold scale, that’s my magic box
got the soft, my n-gg-
give me thirty minutes, i’ll be right witcha
got the hard, my n-gg-
let me whip this here i’ll get it right to ya
godd-mn, i’m turnt up
i think the kn-b just broke and i don’t give a f-ck
godd-mn, i’m f-cked up
the streets dry as h-ll, this work high as f-ck
she want white, boy, dudes take it easy man
sh-t i’d pay less for a pair of yeezy’s man
all i wanna know if i’mma bounce with her
talking me to death like i’m a counselor
she popped a molly i’m guessing
but if she throwing the p-ssy i’m catching
223 with a silencer
gon’ rock that sh-t with the flyest fur
all gold like montana (tony)
hoes all in my phantom (rollies)
young done k!lled the gold remix
a n-gg- don’t like it, god d-mn him

[hook: trinidad james]
gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
gold all in my watch
don’t believe me, just watch
n-gg- n-gg- n-gg-
don’t believe me, just watch
don’t believe me, just watch
n-gg- n-gg- n-gg-
don’t believe me, just watch
don’t believe me, just watch
gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
gold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch

[verse 6: 2 chainz]
even all of my hat, snakeskin all in my hat
hit your girl with my chains on so that’s gold all on her back
gold all on my watch, so big it’s like a clock
some people wear fox fur, on the source cover i wore a fox
this for all the dj’s that got this on replay
i sell a brick on ebay, then i celebrate
several b-tches in every state
i’m in miami with wayne trying to skate, my family straight
ayo, ho ’bout to hyperventilate, i owe her one, we did a 68
i say hoes, my n-gg-, them ain’t red bottoms, her bottom brown
i’m smoking strong, my n-gg-, i’m on loud, not bobby brown
that’s souf side up in here, i spell “souf” with a f
f stand for f-ck y’all if you ain’t f-cking with my set
f-ck with me and i’m busting, f-ck with me and i’m busting
every time you see me think about what it would be like if i ain’t do nothing
d-mn right, i’m stunting, d-mn right, i’m styling
just got a girl chauffeur and we on a motorcycle and she driving
this versace, that versace, this versace, too
i got k!llers watching, n-gg-s watching, b-tches watching me too
see i’m on lean, on loud, and i got my own lane
you need to mind your own business, it’s 2 chainz and trinidad (james)

[verse 7: tyga]
t-raww i don’t f-ck with n-gg-s
my money long my temper midget
king gold chains i reinvented
this gold sh-t, you a gold fish n-gg-
try me 4 kings like free sale n-gg-
sippin’ out a cup like a toddler n-gg- n-gg-
who the f-ck want drama pain
back got it like a chiropractor mane
got that n-gg- rock quarter mill and chain
got score at your lights stakes a lane
n-gg- n-gg- sunroof your brain
claim that you drink but you can’t even hang
only came cause a n-gg- got paid
sleep with them hoes, they gon f-ck up your name, name
pop the zanny i’m stressin, woo, pop the molly i’m flexin, woo
dre beats my beats bang, biker jeans ball me
she suck me off till i’m all drained
kick her out lu kang, (b-tch)
wide body need two lanes, got a five oh four b-tch go to tulane
n-gg-s think that i’m playing i ain’t saying it just to be saying it and n-gg- make your bed laying in..
born sinner, make a n-gg- die for his dinner
eyes of a tiger stone k!ller cold blooded when i (bah)
f-cking beast, goin’ ham gotta eat
thanksgivin don’t thank me, cause that ain’t beef
yall n-gg-s sweet, money leech, money laundering
private jet i don’t fly economy
man i’ll make it rain while you n-gg-s tryin maintain
all my n-gg-s gang bang, shout out honey cocaine
last kings, ymcmb b-tch
one eighty seven stay on some g sh-t

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