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Can't Do Golds Waka Flocka Flame Song Lyrics

Can't Do Golds Lyrics
by Waka Flocka Flame

Quarter million dollar cash in my guest room
Thumbin through the bands I be playin with a check
Count a cool 2 mill without breaking sweats
Hit some mo, ain’t fuckin flexin, I ain’t go woa lex

(Intro)
Brick Squad monopoly
Aye, that’s the company
Run that shit the fuck back A truck
You niggas playin, man we cop it
Sour Top Dog, we in this bitch man

(Hook)
I’m watching Rollies, I’m talking 3 of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grills, I can’t do the golds
I’m ridin 6’s, I can’t do the 4’s
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set
Thumbin through the bands I be playin with a check
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set

(Verse)
Quarter million dollar cash in my guest room
Thumbin through the bands I be playin with a check
Count a cool 2 mill without breaking sweats
Hit some mo, ain’t fuckin flexin, I ain’t go woa lex
Nigga do this work, I don’t have to bench press
When they kinda worried my dog always love to flex
Can see that he a stone cold killa with a pistol
Run up in my stash, I’m sure mama gon miss you
Stay up on my grizzle, thumbin through a check
Stay a real nigga, I’mma put it on my set
Fell in love with fast cars since Gucci Corvette
Nigga disrespect me, I’ll just leave his ass wet

(Hook)
I’m watching Rollies, I’m talking 3 of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grills, I can’t do the golds
I’m ridin 6’s, I can’t do the 4’s
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set
Thumbin through the bands I be playin with a check
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set

(Verse)
He ain’t never been scared to a hundred on his head
Cash, dead bastard, where his hunnids?
If I catch you slippin my gun
Black mask, I’m all the way fuckin hemmy with your hobbies
Thumbin through the bands, I be doin that
You know I’m a real nigga, bitch break yo fuckin back
You a pussy nigga, you don’t want no get back
I got robbed bells back, had to live with that
Same situation, get it how you live bitch
Weren’t for a couple of comments, you ain’t even average
I’m flexin with D7
Free my nigga Bootsy, I’m a fuckin savage

(Hook)
I’m watching Rollies, I’m talking 3 of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grills, I can’t do the golds
I’m ridin 6’s, I can’t do the 4’s
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set
Thumbin through the bands I be playin with a check
Keep it real til I dies, put it on my set


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