Doughboyz Cashout Ghetto Gold
[Doughboy Clay]
Aye, uhuuu
Take a look at all this ice on
It's just ghetto gold
[Verse 1: Kiddo]
I went to Oak Park High but I ain't live there bitch
Before I get to goin' on this bitch, let's make this shit clear
You can tell I'm getting money by the shit I wear
Spend a hour tryna figure which Louie should I wear
I smash hoes and forget 'em I don't give a care
Joey did the Tru's the big stitchin and there's 10 in there
Wine is in my cup, crushed ice and some Henn' in there
Your bitch pussy good I ain't heard it, I been in there
I don't lie on my dick cause it's pointless
Got so many hoes that f..ck with me who set appointments
Pullin' back to the club in the E-Way, hoes pointin'
I'm a short nigga balling call me Earl Boykins
Red Louie shades you can tell I'm truly paid
Step in KOD it's 'bout to be a movie made
All my shooters 'round me nigga, so do behave
Cause they trigger happy and they quick to let the toolie spray
[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah nigga, it's in my history
In the D, yeah nigga we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
Fucking hoes, getting money ain't shit to me
Foreign whips, big ass cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold
[Verse 2: Kiddo]
VVS is on my neck, got your bitch smiling
Later on that night, I f..cked her on a pile of thousands
Niggas hating, they can't take it but they hoes hound it
Taking trips to ATL, [?]
You niggas losing, I'm approving when we come around
Pull up in something nasty, make you turn around
Butt naked bitches in the loft running 'round
And I'm with my homeboy we 'bout to gun 'em down
Cause when it comes to hoes, we hit the tight ones
Niggas wanna fight cause the ice look like white ones
Clarity, y'all ain't f..cking with it's clearly
No swiper cards bitch we get our money fairly
Everywhere I go, every bitch wanna stare at me
It's fur up in these Gucci's they ain't never seen a pair of these
I f..ck hoes and I shake 'em like a pair of d's
I'm a boss, no nigga my age can compare too Mitch
[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah nigga, it's in my history
In the D, yeah nigga we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
Fucking hoes, getting money ain't shit to me
Foreign whips, big ass cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold
[Verse 3: Kiddo]
Wake up in the suite, with the candles lit
Laying down right next to me is your bitch
Only thing I know about her is she so thick
So we f..cking, keep it moving act like we don't know shit
Cause she my lowkey bitch she better play her role
She wanted me nigga, don't be mad your bitch chose
I live a mob life, I rock ice and f..ck hoes
All I know how to do is count money and serve custo's
She your bitch but she won't let my nuts go
All up in my business bitch beat it, I don't trust hoes
My chain rose gold and my yay is too
The bezel flooded on the watch and his bank too
My nigga Quis, he and her in our bank too
I'm getting money and my niggas do the same too
Tell you the truth I don't think is shit we ain't do
Tell you the truth I don't think is shit we can't do nigga
[Hook: Doughboy Clay]
It's ghetto gold
Yeah nigga, it's in my history
In the D, yeah nigga we run the streets (run the streets)
It's just ghetto gold
Fucking hoes, getting money ain't shit to me
Foreign whips, big ass cribs it's like we living in a fantasy
It's just ghetto gold