FRITOGANG - Gold

I just want a check, know the route to the dough
I just want a flex coming out to the shows
Want a chest full of haze & a house full of hoes
Neck full of chains & a mouth full of gold
I just want a check, know the route to the dough
I just want a flex coming out to the show
Want a chest full of haze & a house full of hoes
Neck full of chains & a mouth full of gold

Rep for the gang, for the town, for the tone
Everybody want a name, fuck clout, want a boat
Under niggas nose like an ounce of the coke
Finna blow like your brain with a round through your dome
But i don't tote thangs, in the south where i post
Numbers on the board, know it count for the coast
Had a bitch sending vids on the couch to my phone
Tell her how i wanna see it bounce, wanna poke it
I just wanna stroke like i'm living in the ocean
And swimming with the sharks, eating trout, tryna grow
Niggas moving fishy on the route to the gold quick
They don't be around when i'm out on the road
I just wanna blow through the O's like a smoke trick
Chilling in my city with it's sound & it's soul
Gang in the center, getting bigger like a blowfish
I just wanted next, got a crown with a throne

I just want a check, know the route to the dough
I just want a flex coming out to the shows
Want a chest full of haze & a house full of hoes
Neck full of chains & a mouth full of gold
I just want a check, know the route to the dough
I just want a flex coming out to the show
Want a chest full of haze & a house full of hoes
Neck full of chains & a mouth full of gold

She just wanna kick it at the fest but i'm busy
Backstage getting cut smoking till i'm dizzy
Check it by the weight, i don't gotta count
Whole gang smoke so we breaking down a pound
Look, feeling like this took a whole lot of time
Whole lot of stress and a whole lot of rhymes
Betting where i'm destined so i know i'll do fine
Hijo del juego, it's in my bloodline
Everything i could've thought, getting so real
Just come and see how i live
Just come and see the whole crowd
Jump up and down, they connect well with the kid
I need me bread for a crib
Then after that need me some more for my mom
So she can tell all of you slow motherfuckers
That doubted, that i was a star all along

I just want a check, know the route to the dough
I just want a flex coming out to the shows
Want a chest full of haze & a house full of hoes
Neck full of chains & a mouth full of gold
I just want a check, know the route to the dough
I just want a flex coming out to the show
Want a chest full of haze & a house full of hoes
Neck full of chains & a mouth full of gold

Written by:
Adriel Bonilla, Malcolm Whitelow

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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