STS - Dripping In Gold lyrics

[Verse STS] Crown king, all hail season Bald headed, the hell with Caesars Fly as f** to those non-believers This rabbit fur, b**h I k** Easter Fat kiester and a thin waist Frying turkey bacon at the wake-n'-bake That's bomb reefer, Bron-Bron sneakers I don't play the game, b**h I dominate I don't concentrate on these B's partner Just pollinating that p**y Go green for the money, gold for the honey Look how far that done took me This gold standard, they so slandered First came about when I ho pandered I'm gold rushing like Thom Hartmann In a white caddy, that's boss hoggin' Flossing all through my sonnets I be getting dome like a bonnet b**h lucky, I f** her twice I throw the dick like Halley's Comet At least I'm honest b**h gotta give me that Cognac and a bit of kush in the back In fact, recognize me no matter where I'm at Cause I... [Hook] [Verse 2 -STS] As I shine simmer, my green embers I cop trees, and they scream timber Box Chevy, some of ya'll remember My up and comings, we up and running Not from nothing, not for nothing Pull my card, if you think I'm bluffing White Russians over light discussion Don't tempt a n***a like David Ruffin I'm f**ing something, these hoes cluckin' My foes ducking these shots I'm trippin' on 'em I'm drippin' on 'em Draped up and what not, n***a Don't believe me, just watch n***a Don't believe me just watch n***a Shine, but my gold mind worth way more than some watch n***a I ain't dissing that man This a one-on-one with my fans They ask me, and I casually let them know n***a that's my jam n***a Chips fall where they land, n***a I just do what I can n***a Say you wanna hear god laugh then tell him what you got planned n***a [Hook]