Ghetto Gold

Lyrics

[Intro: Doughboy Clay] Aye, ooooh Take a look at all this ice on It's just this ghetto gold Aye, just this ghetto gold [Verse 1: Kiddo] Yay, yay I went to Oak Park High, but I ain't live there (Bitch) Before I get to goin' on this bitch, let's make this shit clear You can tell I'm getting money by the shit I wear Spend a hour tryna figure which Louis should I wear I smash hoes and forget 'em I don't give a care Joey did the Trues, the big stitchin' and it's ten in there Vernor's in my cup, crushed ice and some Henn' in there Yo' bitch pussy good I ain't heard it, I been in there I don't lie on my dick 'cause it's pointless Got so many hoes, to fuck with me you set appointments Pull up at the club in the E-Way, hoes pointin' I'm a short nigga ballin', call me Earl Boykins Red Louis shades, you can tell I'm truly paid Step in K.O.D., it's 'bout to be a movie made All my shooters 'round me ,nigga, so do behave Cause they trigger happy and they quick to let the toolie spray [Chorus: Doughboy Clay] Ghetto gold Yeah nigga, it's in my history In the D, yeah, nigga we run the streets (Run the streets) It's just ghetto gold Fuckin' hoes, getting money ain't shit to me (Shit to me) Foreign whips, big ass cribs, it's like we living in a fantasy (Fantasy) It's just ghetto gold [Verse 2: Kiddo] Yeah VVS's on my neck, got yo' bitch smilin' Later on that night, I fucked her on a pile of thousands Niggas hating, they can't take it but they hoes houndin' Taking trips to ATL, out of town clownin' You niggas losin', I'ma prove it when we come around Pull up in something nasty, make you turn around Butt naked bitches in the loft runnin' 'round And I'm with my homeboy, we 'bout to gun 'em down Cause when it comes to hoes, we hit the tight ones Niggas wanna fight cause the ice look like white ones Clarity, y'all ain't fucking with it's clearly No swipin' cards, bitch, we get our money fairly Everywhere I go, every bitch wanna stare at me It's fur up in these Guccis, they ain't never seen a pair of these (Where them from?) I fuck hoes and I shake 'em like a pair of D's I'm a boss, no nigga my age can compare too me (Bitch) [Chorus: Doughboy Clay] Ghetto gold Yeah nigga, it's in my history In the D, yeah, nigga we run the streets (Run the streets) It's just ghetto gold Fuckin' hoes, getting money ain't shit to me (Shit to me) Foreign whips, big ass cribs, it's like we living in a fantasy (Fantasy) It's just ghetto gold [Verse 3: Kiddo] Wake up in the suite, with the candles lit Laying down right next to me is yo' bitch Only thing I know about her is she so thick So, we fuck and keep it moving, act like we don't know shit Cause she my lowkey bitch she better play her role She wanted me, nigga, don't be mad your bitch chose I live a mob life, I rock ice and fuck hoes All I know how to do is count money and serve custos She your bitch, but she won't let my nuts go All up in my business, bitch, beat it, I don't trust hoes My chain rose gold and my Yays too The bezel flooded on the watch and it's banged too My nigga Quis hitting' her and I banged too I'm getting money and my niggas do the same too Tell you the truth, I don't think is shit we ain't do Tell you the truth, I don't think is shit we can't do, nigga [Hook: Doughboy Clay] Ghetto gold Yeah nigga, it's in my history In the D, yeah, nigga we run the streets (Run the streets) It's just ghetto gold Fuckin' hoes, getting money ain't shit to me (Shit to me) Foreign whips, big ass cribs, it's like we living in a fantasy (Fantasy) It's just ghetto gold [Outro:] We around this bitch with runnin' around with ten-twenty thousand dollars worth of jewelry (Made over fifty this summer, for real) Not to mention the Benzes and the cribs You niggas ain't got that far yet Better worry about washin' them dishes and takin' that trash out 'fore yo' mama get home, nigga (Don't get kicked out, nigga) Fifteen Gs just for the Rollie, fully blown band, nigga Ghetto Gold