Freddie Gibbs - Gold Rolex lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Sessions] Bobby Sessions, yeah, hol' up Yeah Ayy [Verse 1: Bobby Sessions] Real recognize real, ni**a, you aren't identified Diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized Talkin' sh*t, that's ill-advised, probably why my hater's sick Saw the cake inside my bank increase because I made a wish Saw the streets, not in the streets, all the streets embraced the kid Cracker give me funny look 'cause I'm stayin' at the Ritz Walkin' like a pimp with a cane and a limp Mesmerize your b*tch, she watch my dick swing to the left Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh, Donald Trump a b*tch Texas ni**a, Pleasant Grove, you better know that I'm legit Took the shackles off my soul, I never sold it for a cent Now the wrist is full of gold, I hit the goal and now I'm rich, uh Made some new ones Kept this sh*t one hunnid, now it's paid up with the blue ones I expose the system, take a look at how they do us They wanna hate me, tell the world that I'm a nuisance Pussy ni**a, do some, legend [Chorus: Z-Ro] Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes [Verse 2: Benny The Butcher] Yo, started with one eight ball and a fifty cent razor A ni**a still tryna catch up twenty bricks later, uh (Hahaha) I just want my worth, is that too much? Load my pistol 'fore I leave and my b*tch wish me good luck I stood up on each Ave (Uh-huh), collectin' this free cash At least I thought it was, free Ab and free Cass (Free the real ones) I hit once and she ask me to buy her a G-Wag' (What?) And now she mad 'cause that pussy not worth a E-Class Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, ni**a I'm out in St. Croix with in fu*kin' on Playboy b*tches (Haha) They wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons (Why?) 'Cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on ni**as (Huh) They wanna take me back, I can't let 'em, though 2021, I'm goin' up or goin' federal I set the bar, ni**a (I set the bar, ni**a) This Palm Angels jacket an extra large, mob sh*t Before I start the engine, I check the car, Sopranos [Chorus: Z-Ro & Freddie Gibbs] Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Yeah) Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate (Yeah) We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Yeah, b*tch, yeah) [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] At night, I can't sleep (Nah), I toss and turn (For sure) So I just jump in the 'vert, Dr. Dre, chronic gettin' burned (Skrrt) I just put my side b*tch on some Forgis, don't scrape the curb (b*tch) Spot a opp', get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn (fu*k ni**a, yeah) Mr. Kane, pistol stay dirty but I got clean work (Yeah) Once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work (Lil' pussy ass ni**a) Smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the Beamer Load the Heron, Leon, Dion, I switch the league up (sh*t) Kane, hoe, you can't 'tain me with a kiss or a gold ring Send her back to her husband, she just fu*kin' to maintain I cannot be monogamous, these b*tches be playin' games b*tch, I rap for a hobby, I sell drugs to maintain, yeah (Maintain it, b*tch) And it's been that way (Yeah) Put your money up and get your package sent that way (Yeah) Turn 12 for a deal, white went that way (fu*k that ni**a) Left stain in the street when he got hit that day, b*tch (Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah) [Chorus: Z-Ro] Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won't hate We takin' a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes