Game 4 Sale Lyrics

Golden Grain Music

Gold to the Dunn

Coast Country, Marlboro, Playa

From Peachtree Street to Metro Park

Every time I need that shit, Devil make another

From Las Vegas, with the skyscrapers

Elevators, rubbing shoulders with billionaires

She give it to him

And she see a preacher in him

The only she saw

The only she saw

Gold to the Dunn

We got gang for sale

Tap in, it's a new day

Real Marty might fly back to the preacher's seat

Gang, show you what to do with this

Slang, I'm the chosen don

Stay in your lane

Get money valued

Logic is immaculate

Dipsy the pimp and I made a killin

Better wake up

Real spirit, don't need no chillin

Kick my feet up

Givin' free games, speakin' the holy gospel

Tappin' out the piano from Frank Sinatra

Twenty-five lighters on my dresser

Yes, sir

Go down on the floor, bitch

Yes, sir

Never fuck for free

Four feet, girl

Yes, sir

Backwood full of that

Zaza

Prussia, got a Korean bitch

Her name's Suka

Suka, where your Wi-Fi

You know that I would pimp a girl

So get fly

No more standin' on that corner

Ain't no bringin' back Corona

Only fans now

Baby, script for that camera

It's a pot of gold in the puss' hole

And bitch, I want that phantom

Take a solid bitch, she can take the dick

The young ho got no manner

Real bitch is like hump

No weak hold, no pump

My pimpin' be panderin

I grip the grain, she hold a pump

Yes, I knew that

Real Marty might fly back to the pre-season

Gang, show you what to do with this

Lame, I'm the chosen don

Stay in your lane

Get money, value it

Logic is immaculate

This is the pimpin', I made a killin

Better wake up

Real spirit, don't need no chillin

Kick my feet up

Givin' free games, speakin' the holy gospel

Tappin' out the piano from Frank Sinatra

Marty might fly back to the future, she ride

I can see it in her eyes

See what she desire

We ain't havin' no issues

Long as she listen

Like pimp said

Pimpin' ain't dead

It just moved to the world

Hold up

She wanna suck me with a fruit

Roll up

I told her, hold up

Let the bank go up

The main reason why your hoe chose her

Cause you be tryin' to fuck

I tell her, pull her clothes up

Man, look

If it was nobody else in this world

The pimp

I'd probably be pimpin' me

Free game

Words from my nigga, sugar free

My pimpin' legal

I'm soarin' like a eagle

If I do this

Real part of my fly back to the future, she

Gang

Show you what to do with this

Lame

I'm the chosen don, stay in your lane

Get money, value it

Logic is

Immaculate

This is the pimpin', I made a killin

Better wake up

Real spirit, don't need no chillin

Kick my feet up

Givin' free games, speakin' the holy gospel

Tappin' out the piano from Frank Sinatra

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang