The Game, DOM KENNEDY - Gold Daytonas lyrics
[The Game, DOM KENNEDY - Gold Daytonas lyrics]
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Why?)
Ride with it on us
(You know we got it)
Yeah, gold Daytonas
(The motherfuckin' wheels)
Ride with it on us
You ever seen a nigga get
Shot by the Staples Center?
Next day you watchin' Bron Bron
With them staples in 'em
(Lake Show)
Yeah, came for the ruckus
Head to toe, dipped in Supreme
I'm like a Cutlass
Fuck it, let loose on niggas
Spill my Goose on niggas
Two tears in a bucket
(Want all the smoke)
Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck
See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12)
Need at least a hundred thousand
'fore we go in clubs
('Fore we what?)
'Fore we pour them shots ('Fore we what?)
'Fore we throw them dubs
West Side to New York, niggas show me love
(Niggas know)
Front row at the Grammys and
They know we thugs
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Why?)
Yeah, ride with it on us
Uh, what you know about it?
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Why?)
Ride with it on us
(Ride)
Yeah
Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds
And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh
At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in
Shrimp Fettuccini then hop back in the Benz
(Uh)
Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us
Leimert Park to the Rucker, I'm with Chuck
Get pressed for your Chucks
Matte black on the truck
Cuban Link on tuck
Ace of Spades in my cup, uh
You wanna give me what I need, baby?
My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh
Game told me, "Go 'head
Switch the style up"
And if they hate, then let 'em hate
Then they gon' end up down one
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Why?)
Ride with it on us
(Uh, you know we got it, nigga)
Yeah
(Ayy)
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Ayy)
Ride with it on us
(Ride, ride, ride, ride)
Aight
(Ha ha)
Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas
(Fuck bitches)
Ayy
(Fuck bitches)
Yeah, yeah
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Why?)
Ride with it on us
(You know we got it)
Yeah, gold Daytonas
(The motherfuckin' wheels)
Ride with it on us
You ever seen a nigga get
Shot by the Staples Center?
Next day you watchin' Bron Bron
With them staples in 'em
(Lake Show)
Yeah, came for the ruckus
Head to toe, dipped in Supreme
I'm like a Cutlass
Fuck it, let loose on niggas
Spill my Goose on niggas
Two tears in a bucket
(Want all the smoke)
Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck
See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12)
Need at least a hundred thousand
'fore we go in clubs
('Fore we what?)
'Fore we pour them shots ('Fore we what?)
'Fore we throw them dubs
West Side to New York, niggas show me love
(Niggas know)
Front row at the Grammys and
They know we thugs
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Why?)
Yeah, ride with it on us
Uh, what you know about it?
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Why?)
Ride with it on us
(Ride)
Yeah
Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds
And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh
At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in
Shrimp Fettuccini then hop back in the Benz
(Uh)
Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us
Leimert Park to the Rucker, I'm with Chuck
Get pressed for your Chucks
Matte black on the truck
Cuban Link on tuck
Ace of Spades in my cup, uh
You wanna give me what I need, baby?
My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh
Game told me, "Go 'head
Switch the style up"
And if they hate, then let 'em hate
Then they gon' end up down one
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Why?)
Ride with it on us
(Uh, you know we got it, nigga)
Yeah
(Ayy)
Gold Daytonas
(Hundred spokes for my dogs and my locs'
Ayy)
Ride with it on us
(Ride, ride, ride, ride)
Aight
(Ha ha)
Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas
(Fuck bitches)
Ayy
(Fuck bitches)
Yeah, yeah