[Doughboy Clay]
Aye, uhuuu
Take a look at all this ice on
It's just ghetto gold
[Verse 1: Kiddo]
I went to Oak Park but I ain't live there b**h
Befor I get to goin' on this b**h, let's make this sh** clear
You can tell I'm getting money by the sh** I wear
Spend a hour tryna figure which Louie should I wear
I smash hoes and forget 'em I don't give a care
Joey did the Tru's [?]
[?] in my cup, crushed ice and some Henn' in there
Your b**h p**y good I ain't heard it, I been in there
I don't lie on my dick cause it's pointless
Got so many hoes that f** with me who set appointments
Pullin' back to the club in the [?], hoes pointin'
I'm a short n***a balling call me Earl Boykins
Red Louie shades you can tell I'm truly paid
Step in KOD it's 'bout to be a movie made
All my shooters 'round me n***a, so do behave
Cause they trigger happy and they quick to let the [?] spray
[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah n***a, it's in my history
In the D, yeah n***a we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
f**ing hoes, getting money ain't sh** to me
Foreign whips, big a** cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold
[Verse 2: Kiddo]
VVS is on my neck, got your b**h smiling
Later on that neck, I f**ed her on a pound of thousands
n***as hating, they can't take it but they hoes hound it
Taking trips to ATL, [?] clowing
You n***as losing, I'm approving when we come around
Pull up in something nasty, make you turn around
bu*t naked b**hes in the loft running 'round
And I'm with my homeboy we 'bout to gun 'em down
Cause when it comes to hoes, we hit the tight ones
n***as wanna fight cause the ice look like white ones
Clarity, y'all ain't f**ing with ti's clearly
No swiper cards b**h we get our money fairly
Everywhere I go, every b**h wanna stare at me
It's fur up in these Gucci's they ain't never seen a pair of these
I f** hoes and I shake 'em like a pair of d's
I'm a boss, no n***a my age can compare too Mitch
[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah n***a, it's in my history
In the D, yeah n***a we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
f**ing hoes, getting money ain't sh** to me
Foreign whips, big a** cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold
[Verse 3: Kiddo]
Wake up in the suite, with the candles lit
Laying down right next to me is your b**h
Only thing I know about her is she so thick
So we f**ing, keep it moving act like we don't know sh**
Cause she my lowkey b**h she better play her role
She wanted me n***a, don't be mad your hoe chose
I live a mob life, I rock ice and f** hoes
All I know how to do is count money and [?]
She your b**h but she won't let my nuts go
All up in my business b**h beat it, I don't trust hoes
My chain rose gold and my yay is too
The bezel flooded on the watch and his bank too
My n***a Quis, he and her in our bank too
I'm getting money and my n***as do the same too
Tell you the truth I don't think is sh** we ain't do
Tell you the truth I don't think is sh** we can't do n***a
[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah n***a, it's in my history
In the D, yeah n***a we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
f**ing hoes, getting money ain't sh** to me
Foreign whips, big a** cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold