作词 : Rakim Mayers/Chauncey Hollis

作曲 : Rakim Mayers/Chauncey Hollis

I said it must be cause a ***** got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes

And them college girls write ***** name on they toes

Bitches talk shit til they get lockja

Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw

Part like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop of

Let's take it to the basis, you in the midst if greatness

My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces

Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist

I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it

A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement

I'm early to the party, but my Rari is the latest

Somehow it seems girls in they late teens

Remind me you favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous

Life's a mutha****a ain't it? These other rappers anu

So tell me what your name is, I'mma tell it to my stainless

You aim it fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless

It's just me, myself, and I and mutha****as that I came wit

Miscellaneous bitches wanna hate on m

Until I tell em to they face they ain't no G

Low key, bitches mad cause I'm smooth puffin Zig Zag

Tell em quit the riff raff ****ing with your ****ing as

I said it must be cause a ***** got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes

And them college girls write ***** name on they toes

Bitches talk shit til they get lockja

Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw

Part like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop of

Yes I'm the shit, tell me do it stin

It feel good wakin' up, some money in the bank

Goldie by A$AP Rocky from LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Version): Three model bitches, ******* in the sin

And I'm so bout it bout it, I might roll up in a tank

Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link

And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink

Eyes ****ing, rollin up that dank, blowin' on that stan

What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink

You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state

Man on the moon, got a condo out in space

Open up you legs, tell me how it taste

Goldie by A$AP Rocky from LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Version): And them *****s talkin' shit so tell em, 'Tell it to my face'

Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quic

In a six, told her suck a dick, moterboat her tit

I'm the shit, bitches mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zag

Tell em quit the riff raff ****ing with your ****ing as

I said it must be cause a ***** got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my show they be strippin' off they clothes

And them college girls write ***** name on they toes

Bitches talk shit til they get lockja

Chrome to ya dome til ya get glockjaw

Part like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy til shit pop of