I FW GOLD Lyrics

3X, 3X, 3X, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm bout this chicken can't let no fuck nigga go

Tell me bout how imma put in this work, Suicide, suicide thoughts on my mind so I

Had to go put it right onto the doors, Smiling so hard that my diamonds be cheesing

With me in the camera like Michael you're gross

Spent so much money on all of my clothes, Whole time I been fucking with all the gold

Imma stay cool to myself nonchalant, I got new money on me like a lot

Hoes coming through I got no open spots, Fuck with my mind rub you out like a knot

This girl acting crazy I went to her crib, She tried to give me some red beans in a pot

If this was anywhere else Imma beat it down quick then you get in the hell out my

Okay, Missing them days I would carry my luggage

I get to the port I ain't carrying nothing, Sorry not sorry my feelings fucked over

Hoe messed that shit up I don't want you I'm bluffing, Focused on money, on paper, on riches

You niggas sit down while I'm still out here jumping

Try to play me like a goofy bitch I'm not the one

Imma get on your ass like I'm Ruffin, Spent 20k on my ear

This jacket I got on you not aware, It cost like uh, 10, 10, 10, 10

Mama I know that you proud of me, Papa I know that you proud of me

Micayla I know you proud of me, Micaiya I know that you proud of me

Daniel I know that you proud of me, I know that everybody proud of me

Lets stop with the hushing, I know a nigga who fake like he toughing

I know a bitch who be making assumptions, Took too much love out of me so I'm running

Relationship status I do not want nothing, Just wanna fuck I don't need a concussion

I want your love but I don't wanna love it, If I can't get that I promise it's fuck it

If I can't get that I promise it's fuck it, Tell me why millions all under my name

I got friends all of sudden, Back when the girls that I liked wasn't

Treating me right Now I feel like I'm pressing they buttons

Already wanted you I don't want you anymore, So I guess it's the end of discussion

Bro hit me back with designer picks, All on my phone

Know I'm shipping my pants back from London, I'm bout this chicken can't let no fuck nigga go

Tell me bout how imma put in this work, Suicide, suicide thoughts on my mind so I

Had to go put it right onto the doors, Smiling so hard that my diamonds be cheesing

With me in the camera like Michael you're gross

Spent so much money on all of my clothes, Whole time I been fucking with all the gold

3X, Whole time I been fucking with all the gold

Whole time I been fucking with all the gold, Whole time I what uh, uh

Whole time I been fucking with all the gold, Whole time I been fucking with all the gold, uh