Letra White gold Duwap Kaine

White gold

(I'm smoking weed out in traffic and it's foggin' up the mirror (313 Mafia)
And my bitches never trash, fuck nigga, I don't litter (Talk to 'em, War)
I'm finna fuck the streets up)

Call me FedEx, finna drop your bitch off to your house
All the tears out of shit, I think I need a spouse
Bitch, I'm still living good, so what I'm crying 'bout?
It's 'cause I lost a couple niggas that they signed out
And I don't need a dollar bill for this line now
See, I ain't talking 'bout no white 'cause I sip real drank
I show my brother Astro paint, say, "This the real thing"
That boy, he ain't have emotion, making reels and things
My eyes low, but I'm high, I'm having mood swings
Bitch, you better get the fuck when my mood change
And I ain't worried 'bout no bitches, know my phone range
And shawty want my number, so it got exchanged
But I don't answer for that bitch, I only answer plays
You be dissing, but we not in the same tax frame
If you was up, then I would see, but that is not the case
Ridin' 'round seeing who I'ma serve today, uh
Can't live without money in a certain way, oh
Bitch, I'm tryna get the loose, so don't ask what I'm on
How the fuck I make a million off a damn microphone?
Even with all support, I still gotta stand alone
He was broke before he got locked, gotta end when he got home
Tryna take my niggas serious when they plottin' on a million
These niggas still broke and somehow they still chilling
Bailing shawty, you a joke, don't nobody take you serious
You been getting passed around, you been doing that for years
Yeah, you can't see my vision clear
'Cause if you did, you would still be right fuckin' here
I'm smoking weed out in traffic and it's fogging up the mirror
And I just wanna smoke my weed and count money, I can sit here
And my bitches never trash, fuck nigga, I don't litter
You say you got gang, fuck nigga, go and get her
Know a real was made when my baby got delivered
White gold on these chains, I don't do nothin' silver

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