Run The Jewels - Stay Gold lyrics

Say, "Dad, uncle El, stay gold"
Dad, uncle El, stay gold

Ay, I got a bad girl
I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
She got a mean bop
I got a lean to the way I walk
And they get it like gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it's gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that's
I got a good thing with a bad bitch
That's rare bitch
She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk
Into a room take errr bitch, gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it's gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that's gold

I got a bad girl
I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
She got a mean bop
I got a lean to the way I walk
And I get it like gold
All you fucking frauds can
Keep juggling lava rocks, i'm non-compliant
I'll define it, nothing servile, all defiance
You're gonna love how we ride to
The gates on a lion, high and smiling
Me and Mike, we just think alike
We can't stop high-fiving
I'm not a running man, I'll do
The wop on you hoes, then grab the dough
I hit a lick every time that we park the bus
Then it's time to go

I got a good thing with a bad bitch
That's rare bitch
She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk
Into a room take errr bitch, gold
We fuss, we fight
We fuck like freaks what a fabulous marriage
You ain't lived you life 'til you've seen a
Bad bitch eat your wife like a savage
Not your average guys
We play cool but see through savage eyes
We're the crooks, we'll run the jux and
Kidnap mom from jazzercise
Get Stockholm syndrome when she
Get home, mom's like
"I like those fucking guys"
Hey, thanks for the ransom handsome
Let Mom know the guys loved her pumpkin pie

I got a bad girl
I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
She got a mean bop
I got a lean to the way I walk
And they get it like gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it's gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that's
I got a good thing with a bad bitch
That's rare bitch
She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk
Into a room take errr bitch, gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it's gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that's gold

Check it out, gold is shiny, gold is fun
Some like taking gold with guns
A heart ain't gold if it don't like us
But go for the gold dumb fuck, good luck
A golden boy man good as gold
Golden rule is, "Don't lose your soul"
Piss on power, golden shower
Golden rays of sun grow my dope

Look at my gold
Going for the gold 'fore a G get
Old and his heart grow cold
I go-go-go for every year my career was slow
And seemed that it wouldn't go
And you should know, we pitch these rhymes
Like Smoltz, like Glavine
Like Maddux in ninety-five
And now we shine just like Eddie
Golden teeth from Greenbriar in ninety-nine

Can't be broke when you own gold rope
Pawn shops offering cash for those
Cash is fake though, gold accrues
I make my own gold, golden goose
Run down yellow brick roads toward riches
Just be sure to not trust no wizards
The golden age is now gone, admit it
All that's gold is not gold that glitters

Thirty-six inch Cuban as I'm
Movin' through Cuba
With a half a ki of gold on my neck (Shit)
Call me Gaddafi and pay me in gold
'Cause your money ain't really worth shit
Just a piece of paper to promote propaganda
To keep you in debt and know your dick
I see these dope boys had
Shit right all along
Puttin' gold all in them they bitch
I got a bad girl
I got a brain-with-an-ass girl
She got a mean bop
I got a lean to the way I walk
And they get it like gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it's gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that's
I got a good thing with a bad bitch
That's rare bitch
She don't even like you hoes, she'll walk
Into a room take errr bitch, gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it's gold
G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that's (gold)