$uicideboy$ - Gold (’99-2000) lyrics

Cruising with my clique (Skrt)
Indo in my back seat, cursin' out this bitch
She say I'm all about me (Fuck her)
Bitch, you must be joking
Go 'head with them emotions (What?)
I'm sipping barre, swinging
Always on that purple potion (bleurgh)
Smokin' on a sack
Dope up in my pants (Loaded)
Grill up in my mouth
So you might not understand (What?)
Bitches in my section
Got they pussy meltin' (Swag)
Swag a lot, can't help it
$crimmy steady flexing, ahh

Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars
Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars
Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers

Engulfed in flames, bitch
Oddy stay engulfed in chains
Stayin' in the same lane
Pitbull at my side, untamed
Blo-Blood red paint drippin', took your
Bitch out to brunch, yeah
She paying with no tip and
Sipping on some sucker punch
Took her home and smoked a blunt
Then I fucked her dumb, G59, foggin' up
Got that motherfuckin' hot breath
Walk up in the club with triple
Six tatted on my fuckin' chest

Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars
Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
Gold chains, gold houses, even gold cars
Gold drugs, gold lean, even gold bars
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers
I'm flexin' on these motherfuckers