Golden - Miles Wesley

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

(We packin' Diamond Pistols)

I just hit the block, pockets came back swollen

Runnin' through the stops, yeah, I’m drivin' like I stole it

I won’t ever trip, shit, baby I’m golden

Baby I’m golden, baby I’m golden

I just hit the block, pockets came back swollen

Runnin' through the stops, yeah, I’m drivin' like I stole it

I won’t ever trip, shit, baby I’m golden

Baby I’m golden, baby I’m golden

Ooh, yeah

I’m in that Batman, that Brucey Wayne (Oh yeah), yeah

Goin' hard on the interstate (Yeah, yeah)

Shawty askin' me to up the pace (Up the pace)

When she with me, she can’t behave

Hit her from the back, she ain’t frontin' anymore (No more)

Damn, I love my baby, even though she loco (Loco)

Always raisin' havoc, I ain’t ever gonna change (Change)

Six star wanted but I’m still gon' get away

It’s away, I don’t give any fucks, yay

I really do this everyday

And you can see it on my face (Right on my face)

I just hit the block, pockets came back swollen

Runnin' through the stops, yeah, I’m drivin' like I stole it

I won’t ever trip, shit, baby I’m golden

Baby I’m golden, baby I’m golden

I just hit the block, pockets came back swollen

Runnin' through the stops, yeah, I’m drivin' like I stole it

I won’t ever trip, shit, baby I’m golden

Baby I’m golden, baby I’m golden

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh