Coi Leray - Gold Rush lyrics
Coi Leray [Coi Leray Collins] Boston, Massachusetts/Hackensack, New Jersey, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Coi Leray - Gold Rush lyrics]
That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates
Damn i do that dash bitch I don't race
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced
Hold on
Hold on bitch do you see my pockets
Everything in it I will never fold
Bitch I won't drop it
Everything I wear then they go and cop it
I ain't fuckin' with you hoes if
You on that op shit, hold on
Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick
I'm a walking lick, I just
Took his bitch, damn, hold on
She cried too much so I had to switch, rock
It with the clique on some groovy shit, damn
Hold on
Yeah we on that Cali shit smokin bali bitch
Bitch I got racks up on my wrist, damn
Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah
Bitch I'm tatted on my fist
I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks
Lookin like I play for the knicks
I just pull up with my soaky on
Good thing he the only man with a milky on
Hold on, yeah I got these bitched goin'
Hold on, even though they get annoyin' (Huh)
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got alotta, got alotta, got alotta, dough
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
Kick it up, bah, go
That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates
Damn i do that dash bitch I don't race
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced
Hold on
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got alotta, got alotta, got alotta, dough
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Kick it up, bah, go
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates
Damn i do that dash bitch I don't race
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced
Hold on
Hold on bitch do you see my pockets
Everything in it I will never fold
Bitch I won't drop it
Everything I wear then they go and cop it
I ain't fuckin' with you hoes if
You on that op shit, hold on
Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick
I'm a walking lick, I just
Took his bitch, damn, hold on
She cried too much so I had to switch, rock
It with the clique on some groovy shit, damn
Hold on
Yeah we on that Cali shit smokin bali bitch
Bitch I got racks up on my wrist, damn
Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah
Bitch I'm tatted on my fist
I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks
Lookin like I play for the knicks
I just pull up with my soaky on
Good thing he the only man with a milky on
Hold on, yeah I got these bitched goin'
Hold on, even though they get annoyin' (Huh)
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got alotta, got alotta, got alotta, dough
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
Kick it up, bah, go
That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates
Damn i do that dash bitch I don't race
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced
Hold on
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got alotta, got alotta, got alotta, dough
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Kick it up, bah, go