After The Smoke - Gold Chains / Gold Chain Swangin lyrics

[Intro] Rain on the sunroof yeah Rain on the sunroof yeah Rain on the sunroof yeah Rain on the sunroof yeah Gold gold chain swinging Wants her bu*t bigger I told her stop f**ing with them f** n***as [Verse 1 - Riff Raff] I outlined the lecture With the crocodile texture If you intellectual Never disrespectful Nice Versace knifers Hold it down like staples Watch how I Stack the paper pull a purple maple So turn the tables I deserve to be grateful I pull up at Notredame in the candy grapefruit Isake, number 9 Shade by Geneful When I roll up through __ With the golden handlebars The suit is aqua But the shoes is tiger-grip Jump off the ship With the Bruce Lee wing tips Notice the wind I know the rise the Benz On corners With all winds gotta hang on the rim RIFF! [Hook] Gold gold chain swinging Wants her bu*t bigger I told her stop f**ing with them f** n***as Gold gold chain swinging Wants her bu*t bigger I told her stop f**ing with them f** n***as [Verse 2 - After the Smoke] b**hes go round, n***as getting slammed Plates on plates, grams on grams That's another case you can thank Uncle Sam What what makes that money talk What what what makes them hoes dance Gold chain swinging, wants her bu*t bigger I told her stop f**ing with them f** n***as f**ed off, for a Mitsubishi Puffing on that seaweed, apartment in Tahiti I want them nasty b**hes, who hula hoop my peepee All night repeat, poke up out a TV Be my main feature, f** her then ideally She sipping on that slushie The whisky makes her s*utty Ja don't get it twisted Her faith is in the money Funny ha Her faith is in the money [Hook x2] [Verse 3 - Logic Ali] I'm pushing everything like its meta-yang Address my levels b**h like I'm Eddie James I'm bout my cheddar man I'm tryna cop a plane A couple buildings b**hes thinking I'm insane I'm smoking marijuana that'll paralyse you And b**h I'm higher than a paraglider I'm shooting dice like I'm all in Flocking New York after Houston like I'm Jade Lynn All day day b**hes, tryna, play friends Knowing if I wanted ho, I could pay your rent And I ain't really tripping cuz it's ten per shawty All your b**hes and your sisters know me, homie LOG I see I liz up, on these speakers Trapzillas trap keep her everybody need one I'm ballin I should've played for Tahiti And rhymes I spit graffiti b**h [Hook x2]