Gold On Deck lyrics

[Intro]
Young Lo, Lil Quis, Soulja Boy, Hitman (?) God, Black Jesus
(Shout out to my n*gga Young Lo man)

[Chorus]
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b*tch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck n*gga
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b*tch
Gold on deck

[Verse 1]
Got 12 gold bars, b*tch im a superstar
Riding in that white Bentley, Its my super car
Riding with that yellow b*tch I di*k her down with super D
Then she give me super head, f*ck around and flip the switch
I came out the water, My Rain (Reign) like New Orleans
n*ggas think they f*cking with me I place the order
Glock on my shoulder, I swag like how I supposed to
Gold on deck, Money sitting on a shoulder
n*gga im so tatted up, n*gga im so swaggin
When I drop Work remix like whats happening
Ready for the action, Gold not platinum
f*ck what you heard im that n*gga in the trap man
(?) apartments, We shooting in the darkness
Everywhere I go man im looking like a goblin
I gotta make a profit, (?)
Young Dre, AKA get that money off me
[Pre Chorus]
Gold on deck, Everywhere I go n*gga
Gold on deck, When im in the store n*gga
Gold on deck, f*ck what you heard n*gga
Gold on deck, n*gga gold on deck

[Chorus]
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b*tch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck n*gga
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b*tch
Gold on deck

[Verse 2]
n*gga im the one, You dont want no problems
I'll f*ck around and call a hit man he'll solve it
Ocean Gang mobbin, Ocean Gang splashin
I came out the water, Im ready for the action
Man im so swagged up, You n*ggas cannot feel it
Im pretty boy mobbin, Dont make me... (Shhhh)
Dont make me catch a murder case, Im feeling like i want to
Riding through my hood, Man I'm toting on that Pump too
Young Dre tell that n*gga he could get jumped too
Real ill sh*t, I Got the whole hood on beast mode
Swag out the East Coast, Swag to the West Coast
Get your baby mamma and I f*ck her with the best stroke
I f*ck with the young n*ggas, Yeah we on that young n*gga sh*t
Gold on deck, Yeah this that young n*gga clique
All my n*ggas represent, In your motherf*cking trap
And im riding through the hood, With that pistol in my lap
And they want me to go but I would never sell my soul
And you ain't ever heard about that gold
Gold on deck, We put a 100 and 4 more
Man a pound of that drough, Meet me at the gold store
[Chorus]
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b*tch
Gold on deck, Gold on deck n*gga
Gold on deck, Gold on deck b*tch
Gold on deck

[Verse 3]
n*gga what you talkin, I been getting money
Came out the water, My whole clique stunting
Young n*gga jumping, f*ck what he talking
Disrespect Black Jesus that pistol coming off me
Lil Dre, I walk around Fendi on that (?)
Everywhere I go they saying Soulja you a problem
Gold in my Wallet, I ain't talking cake tho
Young n*gga sh*t, b*tch I post up by LA tho
b*tch pump your brake tho, My whole clique realer
Gold mouth shawty so you know im gold grilling
Chain worth a million, Gold to the ceiling
n*gga when I die imma be worth bout a trillion
I meant a 100 zillion, Man my life is priceless
Riding through my hood and my ice is the whitest
f*ck what you heard, (?) My price is the rightest
Add another decimal, Chain like a (?)
Chain is incredible, As it is, Old on my schedule
So many hoes getting f*cked on the regular
[Outro]
This that motherf*cking Gold on Deck Mixtape n*gga
Im taking over everything, b*tch