Doughboy Clay - Ghetto Gold lyrics

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Doughboy Clay - Ghetto Gold lyrics

[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 but I ain't live there b**h Befor I get to goin' on this b**h, let's make this sh** clear You can tell I'm getting money by the sh** 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 [?] [?] in my cup, crushed ice and some Henn' in there Your b**h p**y 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** with me who set appointments Pullin' back to the club in the [?], hoes pointin' I'm a short n***a 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 n***a, so do behave Cause they trigger happy and they quick to let the [?] spray [Hook: Doughboy Clay] It's ghetto gold Yeah n***a, it's in my history In the D, yeah n***a we run the streets (run the streets) It's just ghetto gold f**ing hoes, getting money ain't sh** to me Foreign whips, big a** cribs it's like we living in a fantasy It's just ghetto gold [Verse 2: Kiddo] VVS is on my neck, got your b**h smiling Later on that neck, I f**ed her on a pound of thousands n***as hating, they can't take it but they hoes hound it Taking trips to ATL, [?] clowing You n***as losing, I'm approving when we come around Pull up in something nasty, make you turn around bu*t naked b**hes 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 n***as wanna fight cause the ice look like white ones Clarity, y'all ain't f**ing with ti's clearly No swiper cards b**h we get our money fairly Everywhere I go, every b**h wanna stare at me It's fur up in these Gucci's they ain't never seen a pair of these I f** hoes and I shake 'em like a pair of d's I'm a boss, no n***a my age can compare too Mitch [Hook: Doughboy Clay] It's ghetto gold Yeah n***a, it's in my history In the D, yeah n***a we run the streets (run the streets) It's just ghetto gold f**ing hoes, getting money ain't sh** to me Foreign whips, big a** 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 b**h Only thing I know about her is she so thick So we f**ing, keep it moving act like we don't know sh** Cause she my lowkey b**h she better play her role She wanted me n***a, don't be mad your hoe chose I live a mob life, I rock ice and f** hoes All I know how to do is count money and [?] She your b**h but she won't let my nuts go All up in my business b**h 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 n***a Quis, he and her in our bank too I'm getting money and my n***as do the same too Tell you the truth I don't think is sh** we ain't do Tell you the truth I don't think is sh** we can't do n***a [Hook: Doughboy Clay] It's ghetto gold Yeah n***a, it's in my history In the D, yeah n***a we run the streets (run the streets) It's just ghetto gold f**ing hoes, getting money ain't sh** to me Foreign whips, big a** cribs it's like we living in a fantasy It's just ghetto gold