Gold Rush Songtext
von Coi Leray

That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin′ like some damn ice skates
Damn, I do that dash, bitch, I don't race
Nigga acting dumb like his weed is laced
Hold on

Hold on, bitch, do you see my pockets?
Everything in it, I will never fold
Bitch, I won′t drop it
Everything I wear then they go and cop it
I ain't fuckin' with you hoes if you on that opp shit, hold on

Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick
I′m a walking lick, I just took his bitch, damn, hold on
She cried too much so I had to switch, rock
Rockin′ with the clique on some groovy shit, damn, hold on


Yeah, we on that Cali shit, smoking Bali, bitch
Bitch, I got racks up on my wrist, damn
Walk in the club and watch it glist, yeah
Bitch, I'm tatted on my fist
I′m rolling dubs while she rolling nicks
Lookin' like I play for the Knicks

Don′t cry, quit complaining
She can't-, burning down the floor and she just ate her alive
She got it

I just pull up with my silky on
He think he the only man with a milky on
Hold on, yeah, I got these bitches going
Hold on, even though they get annoying (huh)

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, dough
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got a lotta, got a lotta, kick it up, bah, go

That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites looking like some damn ice skates
Damn, I do that dash, bitch, I don′t race
Nigga actin' dumb like his weed is laced, hold on

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got a lotta, got a lotta, got a lotta, dough
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, go
Got a lotta, got a lotta, kick it up, bah, go