Trinidad James- All Gold Everything MEGAMIX ft Troy Ave, TI,

LYRICS FOR Trinidad James - All Gold Everything MEGAMIX (ft. French Montana, Troy Ave, Paul Wall, Honey Cocaine, Tyga, Trae Tha Truth, Slim Thug, T.I., Jeezy, Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villain, & 2 Chainz)
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[Intro]
This shit sound like 007 on N64 and shit *click-clack*
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, (Kelly Aesop), James

[Chorus/Hook: Trinidad James]
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Nigga, nigga, nigga
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Nigga, nigga, nigga
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: Trinidad James]
This ain't for no fuck-nigga
If you a real nigga, then fuck with me
This one for the hood niggas
Hipster bitches that shop at Lenox
Dark skinned, light skinned
Asian and white women
Hypebeasts we know aboutchea'
Don't buy shoes unless they popular
For the hoes, my nigga
That's pussy poppin' at Magic City
Got that strong, my nigga
Then come match that shit with me
Smokin' mid, my nigga
Then don't pass that shit to me
This one for my niggas
And bitches 'bout that money (Cash Out)
Gotta love, Chesire Bridge
Them bad hoes at Onyx
I don't fuck with no snitches
So don't tell me who tellin'
This one for them colleges
Them bad hoes at Spelman
Shout out to them freshmen
On Instagram straight flexin' (grr)
Popped a molly, I'm sweatin', woo
Popped a molly, I'm sweatin', woo!
Mama always told me: "Boy, count your blessings."
In God I trust, so I kept counting them Franklins
I'm too fly, you know this
Let me give your ass a checklist
One gold watch, two gold chains
Six gold rings, it's nothin' (Goddamn!)
OG Jordans, them high socks
No shirt on, I'm stuntin' (Okay!)
And this song for them fuck-niggas
Who hating on you this summer (Fuck 'em!)
Talk shit behind your back
But won't say shit in public (Fuck 'em!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Cribs all in my chain
Cars all in my ring
All them bad bitches watchin'
Nigga, nigga, 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 nigga
Don't pass that shit to me
I'm high my nigga
Stop talkin' that shit to me
I be gettin' to the money, give a fuck about a hater
I be rollin' up the OG in paper like a Taylor Gang
Getting' money my nigga
Fuck them niggas that's hatin'
It's Montana, my nigga
We don't count money, we weigh it

[Hook: Troy Ave x2]
Man there's hoes all where I ain't, hoes all on that block
Told ya I ain't playin, don't believe me – get shot
Don't believe me – get shot, don't believe me – get shot
Nigga nigga nigga don't believe me – get shot, don't believe me – get shot
Man there's hoes all where I ain't, hoes all on that block
Told ya I ain't playin, don't believe me – get shot
Don't believe me – get shot, don't believe me – get shot
Nigga nigga nigga don't believe me – get shot, don't believe me – get shot

[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
Mob stones ain't for fuck niggas (no way)
I'm a well-known young drug dealer (okay)
In the clubs, mad guns with us (das true)
And man hundreds of bitches fuckin with us (young fool)
I got Juice, nigga, like 2Pac
I don't truce niggas, throw em off rooftops
Making flying shit but talking flying shit
DOA, flies and shit
Everybody gang real, everybody ganged built
But if everybody would just be their self
Then the world would have a better feel
Cause if I feel like "Fuck you"
When I see you, I'm-a snuff you
I'm a cut you, gun butt you
Cock-cock back and buck you
Man I shot this pussy, I'm jettin' (powder)
Shot this pussy now I'm jettin (powder)
When the police come, the world is mum
All the witnesses are forgettin'
5 6, Cee-lo
Gambling with my freedom
[?????]
But it's Troy Ave, I'm me ho
One on one, I'm the one
It was Big J, bad man with son
Sun mean and I shine
You know my jewelry too cause I grind (bling)
With the coke thing, blow thing
Til your head Kurt Cobain
Rockstar, smoke things
All you base but they pipe steam
Tear drop but no cryin'
This some good shit says Brian
If it's straight drop, then they buyin'
They demand that, I'm supplyin' (come & get it)
Point 2, and they flyin'
I make a point too with that iron (man down)
If I point to you they firin'
Lord, strike me if I'm lyin'

[Hook: Troy Ave]
Man there's hoes all where I ain't, hoes all on that block
Told ya I ain't playin, don't believe me – get shot
Don't believe me – get shot, don't believe me – get shot
Nigga nigga nigga don't believe me – get shot, don't believe me – get shot
[Hook: Remix Hook]
Smokin' mid, my nigga
Then don't pass that shit to me
This one for my niggas
And bitches 'bout that money

[Verse 4: Paul Wall]
All gold, everywhere
Got a few different chains, I keep a spare
New jewels every week, I don't play fair
A new slab once a year like a state fair
Droppin' down catch a fade like short hair
Perforated leather on my chair
It's check season, [???]'s treason
You square as a cube, I'm so clear
I'm real drank sipper
Drop a 4 in a 20 that's a Kobe Bryant
I'm a Texan-wide wheel tipper
I put the 'Lac on the streets and you haters got quiet
I'm watching The Rockets play the Clippers
From Texas to Cali like Nolan Ryan
And I only drive wearin' slippers
I got a mixed gal showing nipples
All I do is pull broads like wisdom teeth without tryin'
All I do is cover up my neck and wrist with diamonds
I don't fuck with no boppers so don't tell me who shinin'
And I don't fuck with no haters, so don't knock a man for grindin'

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Honey Cocaine]
This ain't for no fuck bitch
Tdot that’s my clique
All this gold that’s my shit
My goons rep 416
East coast they fuck with me
West coast they lovin me
Boss bitch you not shit
Your bitch dirty she suck for free
I’m ignorant cause it’s my scene
All gold and I’m so clean
Getting mine its my dream
Making money with my team
Asian bitch I import
Asian bitch I export
I'm not signed, I ain't got time
A hunnid thousand for next tour
10 mil that’s street money
50 thousand to meet Honey
This gold game the gold [?]
Is no thang the streets love me
All my ninjas is thuggin
You bitch-made and you nothing
A hunnit bottles we clubin
Yo slut came and she fucking, ho!
I’m going off while you sleeping on me
I'm with a few gold bitches & a couple of G’s
Still visiting the block 'cause they fucking with me
Bitch you think you all thugged but you nothin' to me
Get it? I'm too gold for that
This some g shit, I swear I'm too gold for rep[?]
This some Asians bitch and we’re known for that
Respect, lil bitch, or your shows a wrap

[Bridge: Tyga]
Man I'll make it rain while you niggas tryna' maintain
All my niggas gang bang, shout out Honey Cocaine
Last Kings, YMCMB bitch
187, stay on some G shit

[Verse 6: Tyga]
T-Raww I don't fuck with niggas
My money long, my temper midget
King gold chains, I reinvented this gold shit
You a gold fish nigga
Try me 4 kings like freecell nigga
Sippin' out a cup like a toddler nigga
Nigga who the fuck want drama pain
Back at it like a chiropractor mane
That-that nigga rock quarter mil in chains
Gat squirt at you like Stacy Lane
Nigga nigga sunroof your brain
Claim that you drink but you can't even hang
Only came cause a nigga got paid
Sleep with them hoes, they gon' fuck up your name
Pop the zanny I'm stressin', pop the molly I'm flexin'
Dre Beats my beats bang, biker jeans: Balmain
She suck me off till I'm all drained
Kick her out: Liu Kang (bitch)
Wide body need two lanes, got a 504 bitch go to Tulane
Niggas think that I'm playing I ain't saying this shit to be saying it, nigga
Make your bed, lay in it, fucker
Born sinner, make a nigga die for his dinner
Eyes of a tiger stone killer cold blooded winner
Fucking beast, going HAM, gotta eat
Thanksgiving don't thank me
Cause that ain't beef
Yall' niggas sweet
Money leech, money laundering
Private jet, I don't fly economy

[Verse 7: Trae Tha Truth]
Young Truth James all gold soldier
Black ice you ain’t seen shit colder
All through a price, nigga, everything gold
I’m the man ask about me, nigga, everybody know
All gold coup, gold chains on me
In the hood stunting with this change all on me
Nigga, feel like snow blow game like Sony
Don shot a bitch, leave her brains all on me
Louie got these racks on hostage trying to get out
Ceiling on my whip too cocky I made em sit out!
You can find me in the hood like I never been out
Johnny got a spot for a nigga, I’m bout to rent out
Diamonds in my grill, I got that work off in the locker
Fly across a hater with that all gold chopper
Haters on my dick I’d rather try to bopper
Green light up like a nigga can’t stop ya
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga

[Remix Hook]
For the hoes, my nigga
That's pussy poppin' at Magic City
Got that strong, my nigga
Then come match that shit with me
Smokin' mid, my nigga
Then don't pass that shit to me
This one for my niggas
And bitches 'bout that money

[Verse 8: Slim Thug]
Gold all in my rang, gold all in my chain
Bad bitches give me they brains
All my hoes so insane
I stay smokin on them planes
Coastin on them swings (I'm rollin')
Poking up them lames, I'm so fly I need me some wings
I got the baddest bitches in Texas
Brightest diamonds in my necklace (bling)
We smoke the best, you smokin' stress
I eat Pappadeaux for breakfast
Every line watching them Texans
We super thrown, I'm thinking Super Bowl
shit I'm tryina pick which coup to road
The Camaro cold but the Rarri hoe
1 50 on 45 (gone), 1 80 on the billway (zoom)
In the boondocks ridin in my drop
Out where that boy Paul Wall stay
I'm the club king on the club scene
50 knocks fetish a dream (turn up)
I'm pulling out every week something clean
Leaving with a bitch that you see in your dreams (Thugger)

[Hook]

[Verse 9: T.I.]
Big bank, all I do is get bank
Niggas hating on me but they bitch ain't
So conceited, I don't think my shit stank
400,000 dollars on a Mulsanne
Come and kick it with a west side nigga
Think I ain't about that action, wanna bet my nigga?
All day thumbing through the check my nigga
Boy you're broke, you can't even be a threat my nigga
When you're talking to me say it with your chest little nigga
I pull up on your set and make a mess little nigga
Okay, I got a kilo of gold 36 O's
Wrapped around the neck of a dope boy
Gold yacht, that's the presi' diamond in those
And just paid cash for a Rolls Royce
A true trap nigga, I done sold everything
Trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything
I say trouble man, hustle gang, all gold everything

[Verse 10: Young Jeezy]
Bought a gold bottle now we on the Dom
Big faced Rollie take up half my arm (daaayum)
Porsche 911 with the Gabby top
All gold scale, that's my magic box
Got the soft, my nigga
Give me thirty minutes, I'll be right with ya
Got the hard, my nigga
Let me whip this here I'll get it right to ya
Goddamn, I'm turnt up
I think the knob is broke and I don't give a fuck
Goddamn, I'm fucked up
The streets dry as hell, let's work high as fuck
She want white, boy, dudes take it easy man
Shit I'd pay less for a pair of Yeezy's man
All I wanna know if I'mma bounce with her
Talking me to death like I'm a counselor
She popped a Molly I'm guessing (Woo!)
But if she throwing the pussy I'm catching (Woo!)
.223 with a silencer
Gonna rock that shit with the flyest fur
All gold like Montana (Tony)
Hoes all in my phantom (Rollies)
Young done killed the Gold Megamix
A nigga don't like it, God damn him

[Hook]

[Verse 11: Busta Rhymes]
Get up off my block, nigga
See the gold Musson drop top, nigga?
Pinky ring make a bitch fart, nigga
30-karat yellow canary rock, in her
Look, you got nerve lil' nigga
King Tut ready, to the curb, lil' nigga
I hope you listenin' to every word, lil' nigga
Full course comin', this the hors d'oeuvre, lil' nigga
Three-kilo gold Cuban on my neck, homie
Three dice roll Cee-Lo when I bet only
All gold uniform like my name Kobe
All gold unicorn pendent on my trophy
World champ of this whole shit, niggas know me
So much gold niggas bitches call me Goldie
Did so much for the game, niggas owe me
For the co-sign I'm the one you gotta go see
Before you niggas try to approach me
Just know I'm in the corner, kinda busy where the hoes be
I'm the coke layin' under where they nose be
You the joke, niggas laughing at you low-key
Now get to know the way the bro live
Derek Lam gold frames up on my nose bridge
Gold Ace bottles fillin' up my whole fridge
Showcase models, nails, toes did
Solid gold, kid

[Hook]

[Verse 12: Reek Da Villain]
Gold all in my chain, gold all on my wall
Not only do I kill verses, but I wrote all of your favourite songs
Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, [???] and Tank
Yeah I got plaques all on my wall, and I got stacks all in my bank
Nigga, nigga, nigga
How the fuck can you hate, ungh
When I'm just doin' my thing? Aye!
What other nigga you know, write pop songs, rap and make base? None.
I am original, these other rappers sound typical
I got it locked in the figure-four
And they could never see me, I'm invisible
And I got...

[Hook]

[Verse 13: 2 Chainz]
Ibn all on my head, snakeskin all in my hat
Hit your girl with my chains on so that's gold all on her back
Gold all on my watch, so big it's like a clock
Some people wear fox fur, on the Source cover I wore a fox
This for all the DJ's that got this on replay
I sell a brick on eBay, then I celebrate
Several bitches in every state
I'm in Miami with Wayne trying to skate, my family straight
Ayo, ho 'bout to hyperventilate, I owe her one, we did a 68
I say hoes, my nigga, them ain't red bottoms, her bottom brown
I'm smoking strong, my nigga, I'm on loud, not Bobby Brown
That's souf side up in here, I spell "souf" with a F
F stand for fuck y'all if you ain't fucking with my set
Fuck with me and I'm busting, fuck with me and I'm busting
Every time you see me think about what it would be if I ain't do nothing
Damn right, I'm stunting, damn right, I'm styling
Just got a girl chauffeur and we on a motorcycle and she driving
This Versace, that Versace, this Versace, too
I got killers watching, niggas watching, bitches watching me too
See I'm on lean, on loud, and I got my own lane
You need to mind your own business, it's 2 Chainz and Trinidad (James)

[Chorus: Trinidad James]
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Nigga nigga nigga
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Nigga nigga nigga
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch

[Outro: Trinidad James]
A'int shit changed, I still don't fuck with fuck niggas
And if you a fuck nigga I'm talking 'bout you
Yo bitch? Yea, said she popped a molly, she sweating
Woo
A-Town bitch