All Gold Everything (remix)

Verse 1 : Gold all on my wrist, they all hate it like Chris
Got yo chick hooked on my line, I swear I got her looking like fish
What you, What you, What you want, Ill serve you a dish
Taking your ma , she know I talk slick
And she gon lie and tell you she tired of it when truth is Im taking your chick
What you, What you, What you know, Im one of a kind
I rock gold, you know its gon shine
Aint got no rolley all on my wrist
But when they ask, they know its my time
This aint my flow, fans know that
One time, and then I go back
If you try to blow my high, Ill flash my John and tell yall hold that
Woah
I kill rappers ,they all wack
Tell em fall back, or fall flat
Then I move the crowd like nomads
Dance around while Im grabbing on my gonads
Go fetch, cause Im dogging you on them
You farfetched ,you talking garbage
Im dumb cold, Im dumb trill
But my future bright, like it went to Harvard
Hottest artist, in my genre
A walking problem, ye aint want no problems
If her body poppin, then bring it to poppa
I be in them trees boy, I be a koala
You aint seein no dollars, you aint getting no commas
But we stuntin every time we come around like Karma
Lyrical Alla, grab yo Kabala
You toddlers talking, like Yada Yada
Hot like lava, cold like ice water
Try to sleep on me then Ill burn yo pajamas
Youngin in the game, dont you worry bout the age
Cause them shorties know the name, yeah they just might holla
Im a G, my playa
2013, my year, dont care, Imma stack this paper
So high, you can see it from the sky
At the top, we gon pop, these haters
Million dollar scheme, BentNation be the team
Dont care what you rate us
Cause you chicks wan date us
Haters

Gold all on my wrist
I swear my team gon be rich
Waving high from the sky, while you guys stuck in a ditch
Yeah Im aiming up for the sky, and I pray to God that I do not miss
And I swear to God, theres no stopping this
And I swear to God, theres no stopping this

Bent!