Trinidad James - All Gold Everything (French Montana Remix) lyrics

[Intro] This sh** sound like 007 on N64 and sh** (Haaan!) Aye, aye Montana Trinidad, what up? (Haaan!) [Hook] Gold all in my watch Don't believe just watch n***a, n***a, n***a Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch n***a, n***a, n***a Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch Gold all in my chain Gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Don't believe me just watch [Verse 1: French Montana] Cribs all in my chain Cars all in my ring All them bad b**hes watchin' n***a, n***a, is it me or my watch? Man, I pull up in the bank, 2-liter full of drank Shaquille up in the paint, a dealer on my link I popped the molly, can't sleep I popped the molly, can't eat Bad batch my n***a Don't pa** that sh** to me I'm high my n***a Stop talkin' that sh** to me I be gettin' to the money, give a f** about a hater I be rollin' up the OG in paper like a Taylor Gang Getting' money my n***a f** them n***as that's hatin' It's Montana, my n***a We don't count money, we weigh it [Hook] [Verse 2: Trinidad James] This ain't for no f** n***a If you a real n***a then f** with me This one for the hood n***as Hipster b**hes that shop at Lenox Dark skinned, light skinned, Asian and White women Hypebeasts we know aboutchea' Don't buy shoes unless they popula' For the hoes, my n***a That's p**y popping at Magic City Got that strong, my n***a Then come match that sh** with me Smoking mid, my n***a Then don't pa** that sh** to me This one for my n***as And b**hes bout that money, (Cash Out) Gotta love, Chesire Bridge Them bad hoes at Onyx I don't f** with no snitches So don't tell me who telling This one for them colleges Them bad hoes at Spelman Shout out to them freshmen On Instagram straight flexin' Popped a molly, I'm sweating woo Popped a molly, I'm sweating woo Momma always told me, boy count your blessings In God I Trust, so I kept counting them Franklins I'm too fly, you know this Lemme give your a** a checklist One gold watch, two gold chains Six gold rings, it's nothing, God Dayum OG Jordans, them high socks No shirt on, I'm stunting, okay And this song for them f** n***as Who hating on you this summer, f** em Talk sh** behind your back But won't say sh** in public, f** em [Original Hook]