home I dont want to see you walk away from me I got everything that you could ever need No I dont wanna be The guy to see you go Go go go go [x3]
sky above is fallin' This is the eve of "I don't believe" That's all we got in common The sky above is fallin' [x3]
Cause some like fast and some like slow (slow) Ladies come and ladies go Skip the tell and let's just go (go) Cause I want you to know Chorus (x3) Babe
Windows down Pedal to the sneakers Turn up the volume Blow up the speakers Best clothes on Goin down on fire Turn the lights off Turn the music higher
the way on empty roads Into a ?? And I'm proud to take my angel home But tonight, you walk on streets of gold Walk on streets of gold, you walk on streets of gold
Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh, you fancy, huh? Nail done, hair done Everything did Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? Oh
or gold She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold 'cause one monkey don't stop the show Little Mary is bad In these streets
last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's From gold
go go go 'head Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Oh you fancy huh Nail done, hair done, every thing done Nails done, hair done, everything d... Oh you fancy huh Oh
of liquor C'll shine one time livin bigger [ chorus ] [ verse 3: lo-lo & o.c. ] Now everybody in the game know how it goes Players like us do shows and pimp hoes Oh-oh
Get ya money man, like ya uncle told me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters
swing set Brandy wine, paint wet, comin? down, that's a fact I?m in the 'Lac, chasin? broads like a lesbian Full of that kush flower, I?m breakin' off pedestrians Higher than the street
Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold
ice than the North Pole More karats than Bugs Bunny This year forget the socks And the Christmas tree I got a Benz 1200 Ain't even hit the streets I got a 3
gold teeth, old schools on gold feet, killas, and O.G's Task postil da police Mac Arth to foothill, East 14th Sobrante park, woodfield, plymoth, and walnut street
(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) [Repeated in background throughout song] [Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs] This ya boy Yo Gotti Street Tunes
a-all about the cheese So gon-gon' show ya tattoos, and ya gold tooth We screamin-screamin "Free Pimp C", and flaggin out the roof baby [Hook] [Verse 3
