Gold On Me

Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Yeah it makes sense if it makes cents Yeah it makes sense if it makes cents Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Yeah it makes sense if it makes cents Yeah it makes sense if it makes cents I don't make friends, I just make offense I don't make friends, I just make offense Yo chain like 20 cents Yo girly see me and she say that I'm the better man Callin' my phone, wantin' to link again She wantin' me again Told her I'll see you then Bby the realist, I cannot catch no feelings I cannot gift her earrings I do not trust you, I cannot share my winnings Want me to lose? What do you want? Like blues clues, give me a clue She said me, "I want you" You messed with the team, now I got to shoot Gave her the boot Bye, you (Oh) I got 80 carats sittin' on my necklace yeah Always the best dressed yeah That boy actin' goofy, we gonna press him yeah Reach for my chain and you gettin' hit Put down, cuz Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Yeah it makes sense if it makes cents Yeah it makes sense if it makes cents Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Got this gold on me Yeah it makes sense if it makes cents Yeah it makes sense if it makes cents (Don't play with BbyJay boy)