POT OF GOLD Ft. 2 Chainz lyrics

by

DJ Drama


She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD

She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD

Pulling up to the restaurant, we look like a certain kind
Young n*gga just flexing, hon, your b*tch like a leprechaun
And I bet she going for the gold medal, shorty is a gold digger
I'm in a room full of hoes, we only like four n*ggas
Now drop it low for me, you know you gotta drop it low for me
Go ahead and pus*y pop it all for me, girl, show me what I'm not supposed to see
Can you make it shake, shake like a tortilla, now a n*gga coming back like a dope fiend
I love it when she twerking, wet t-shirt for the whole team
Turn up

She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD

Gold teeth, gold chain, throw big wheels, wish I had a boat length
No n*gga, no rope game
All my n*ggas go forward, no soul plane
See, I like you, b*tches, I like coupes, booths missing
I just made her do it for a brick of raw, ate with two b*tches
Sayonara, drinking sake in a Panamera
Shorty got them double Ds, shorty got no underwear
I got a pot of gold, gotta go, calico, foul
Not gonna dope down, nut the whole crowd

You, you, you look back at me
I got a trick up my sleeve like I'm doing magic
We gonna roll up the weed then hit magic
Big ol' double Ds and she lost any
Walk around the mansion, got no panties
White girls, they white steeze
Trade no codeine, dog, I'm in the matrix
Well, your boys looking for me for 35, huh
Young dog, ball hard, didn't get money
Is it the jewels, the track, your b*tch really love me
Got old school hoes screaming come at me
Most of these n*ggas, they rather be funny
Money coming both, can't keep this money
Timb man got his hoes on the pole
Pop that pus*y for a pot full of gold
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD

She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD

Shorty work that ass, don't stress, I like the way you fit in that dress
She ain't got no draw, that's a guess, you can come to the crib, be my guest
Damn, bust it all for a real n*gga, and for my lil' n*gga
And I'mma still hit you cause I don't care
We can slide to the club, say she in love with a thug
Say she try to get drunk and she wanna look good
Gonna bust it open for him, show him this loving
Say you want that gold, gonna show him what you can do

She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna work that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that for her POT OF GOLD
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She on a wet t-shirt contest
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
She gonna twerk that ass, no stress
She gonna work that thing for her POT OF GOLD
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