Goldfinger (feat. LIL GAT FAS)

I cannot lie I cannot lie the Henny, yea, it got me twisted (Twisted) Wicked (F*ck) Pump fake on yo bitch, She likin' the way that my wrist flick (Do, do) Goddamn Why these niggas steady hatin' because we so different (Different nigga we) I guess That be the case, cause hatin' is just a condition Yuh, I'm coming down off it, I'm itchin' Hop in the booth yea this shit my addiction (Aye, aye) Need me a coupe' that I can sit my bitch in Take off the roof that's a headless edition (Aye, aye) Some of my niggas was facing evictions Some of my niggas was facing conviction I never switch we don't do no afflictions I'm stayin' true til' we complete the mission (Aye, aye) I'm stayin' yea I got that ambition Gat I got the ambition (Got the ambition) I pop me a addy' or I pop a Ritalin Music got them bitches kissin' Don't be surprised when we up at the Fillmore Don't be surprised cause we prolly' gon make it Don't be surprised if we flexin' in Vegas I get so high that I can't even say shit (Yah) My ex-girl went and got her a facelift Pour out some bottles these blunts I been facin' Wet on yo tongue I got blunts in rotation Ten in my lap, but I think that you crazy Why the f*ck everyone racist? Pour me a fo' Chase that shit down with some Bailey's Now that you see what I'm sayin' Loco the motion Not even satan can save me Aye where C'eon go? He bouta' spit right after me right here I like how she talk, I think that she Haitian I made some waffles and then I made bacon Slap on that booty I say we gon make it I'm talkin' that bread, I'm talkin' that bacon I want the eggs, you talkin' to feds in your conversations I'm sippin' the red, I can't see my head I can't see my face man (Can't see my face) Straight off the edge, we fucked on the bed, then moved to the basement (Yah, yah) We tryna make moves, I can't be locked down in my hometown (Nah, I can't be locked down in this shit) Aye, I sold shoes, yea I paid my dues and I got my own sound (I got my own shit) Where all of them niggas who used to be hating? I guess they went ghost now (Niggas is ghost, you niggas is toasted) Can't really blame em', that's just how it be when you making ya own crown She hittin' them notes like she Nina Simone and I make a new Motown (Yea) Drink got me feeling like merries' that go round Smokin' that Cali you know it is so loud (Yea) Mama say "boy keep on goin' I'm so proud" I'm bouta' buy my whole family a new house (Yea) I'm bouta' f*ck on yo bitch at a Laul I'm in front, you in back like a pool house (Yea) She wanna sit on my face like a new couch