Coi Leray - Gold Rush lyrics

That b*tch got cake up on her face Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn I do that dash b*tch I don't race ni**a actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on Hold on b*tch do you see my pockets Everything in it I will never fold b*tch I won't drop it Everything I wear then they go and cop it I ain't fu*kin' with you hoes if you on that op sh*t, hold on Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick I'm a walking lick, I just took his b*tch, damn, hold on She cried too much so I had to switch, rock it with the clique on some groovy sh*t, damn, hold on Yeah we on that Cali sh*t smokin bali b*tch b*tch I got racks up on my wrist, damn Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah b*tch I'm tatted on my fist I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks Lookin like I play for the knicks I just pull up with my soaky on Good thing he the only man with a milky on Hold on, yeah I got these b*tched goin' Hold on, even though they get annoyin' (huh) Giddy up giddy up giddy up go Got alotta got alotta got alotta, dough! Giddy up giddy up giddy up go [?] kick it up, bah, go! That b*tch got cake up on her face Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn I do that dash b*tch I don't race ni**a actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on Giddy up giddy up giddy up go Got alotta got alotta got alotta, dough! Giddy up giddy up giddy up go [?] kick it up, bah, go!