Gold (feat. Eighty4 Fly)

Everything is gold, everything is equal
 Posted on the porch just chillin', me and my people
 Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on
 The world's coated in the gold Krylon, yeah
 And these days, days, days, they never run away
 Gold tints, shades that block out that golden haze
 Take all the gold from the pawnshop that lives behind the case
 And g-g-give it away
 When gold erupted from volcanoes in the heavens
 And every shrine that existed in time melted
 Tombs open, Dookie Ropes on the pharaohs
 When everything is gold, who cares about the carats?
 They say that gold's the skin of the gods
 You can't take the bandaid when you're gone
 Now I, now I-I-I'll tip over that kiosk in the mall
 As the sunset falls into tomorrow
 Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
 Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
 And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
 Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold
 Five hundred thousand sold
 Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
 (Today we're feeling like gold)
 So fresh head to toes
 Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold
 Alright now, we open up
 That car door, hop out, hope they notice us
 Throughout society we been locked in that cobra clutch
 More gold bottles, gold bottles, never sober up
 Ditch Jesus, In Gold I Trust
 I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt
 Separate myself by sticking out just because
 That's how you illustrate power and who you're above
 But nah, tonight we take it, take it, giving it back
 Crack open the vault, let everyone mob in the bank
 Take whatever they want, we party and give thanks
 I've been rocking gold chains since P was in the tank
 You only live once, you only live once
 Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum
 'Cause tonight, we ball, we ball, we comin' up
 Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun
 Like gold, five hundred thousand sold
 Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
 And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
 Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Today we're feeling like gold
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Gold coins, gold phone, gold car
 Costs at least 10 racks to get 16 gold bars
 Gold rush, suck on my gold dust stuntin'
 Under these gold trunks, that's two golden nugget
 Flyin' on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of 'em
 Past the Space Needle, golden shower on pedestrians
 Excuse me, that's my bad, that's my eagle and he shouldn't of
 My eagle got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet, bruh
 And it's gold, two girls, gold brass
 Lounging on the water, feet in the gold sand
 Sipping on Orangina, arms around them both pants
 They're sipping Olde English right out of a gold can
 Two girls, gold spandex so pretty
 That girl ain't even gold, she just got golden girl titties
 I'm kidding, everyone is gold in my city
 You paint Betty White gold, even Betty White can get it
 Get it, get it, get it, get it
 Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold
 Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
 And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
 Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold
 Five hundred thousand sold
 Slick Rick Gold, rope on, hella cold
 And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toes
 Goldschläger faded, 14 carat plated, so we're feeling like gold
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 So we're feeling like gold
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh
 Oh, oh, oh, oh