CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Mouth Fulla Golds
Yo' dad
Tooley on me tight, I cannot let you take my life, you think I'm slippin' that's your life
(Ben)
Aye, aye
Tooley on me tight
Aye, aye, yeah
Tooley on me tight, I cannot let you take my life, you think I'm slippin' that's your life
Aye, Tooley on me tight, b*t*h, I been known to roll the dice might play me once, won't play me twice
Ain't no backing down from sh*t, I got this Tooley on me
Pu**y b*t*h, if you get outta line, I put this Tooley on you (Yeah)
Designer on my feet, b*t*h, I be drippin', I be coolin' on 'em
My n***a, he from Compton, he a blood, hе say he boolin' on 'em
Thirty grand in jewеlry, that's a whole lotta ice, n***a (Yeah, yeah)
F**kin' on his hoochie in my Gucci's, these some nice slippers (Aye)
She poppin' that coochie, if she bad you know I might tip her (You know I might tip her)
B*t*h, I'm banded up, I got it jumpin' like I'm Mike, n***a
Big ol' Tooley on me, you know I ain't finna fight, n***a (Uh-uh)
Ten thousand dollars in my pocket, b*t*h, that's light, n***a
Quarter key of work, watch how I stuff it like a pipe filter (Like a pipe filter)
C3 crashing with that cutter, motherf**ker, it's on site, n***a (Yeah)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, it's a homicide
I done seen some n***as get they sh*t popped, b*t*h, I'm traumatized (Yeah)
Hoppin' out with Draco's, all my n***as doing the murder dance (All n***as)
If this sh*t get crucial, call up ****, that's my murder man (That's my killer)
Bad b*t*h strike a pose (Pose)
Pull up in a Rolls (Yeah)
I just say one word, now she coming out her clothes (Yeah)
Thuggin' with my bros (Bros)
Turnt up at my shows (Shows)
Gangster a** n***a with a mouth full of gold (Gold)
Big ole bag on me, bank account full of O's (Full of O's)
Drppin' bag on 'em Gucci down to the toes (Yeah)
Coccinea shawty, sniffing down to the nose (Yeah)
Step off in yo' party, Louis down with some hoes (Yeah)
All my n***as clucthin', we was thuggin' up in middle school (Yeah)
Sold my lil' ,380, had to go and get a bigger tool
Went copped a Mercedes for the haters, b*t*h, I been a fool
Try to snatch my chain and watch how quick I up and kill a dude (Kill a dude)
Carbons in the car, b*t*h, we got all kind of guns (Yeah)
N***as wan' be like me, I got all kind of sons (Uh)
Fifty grand in hundreds, n***a, I don't flex with ones (No)
B*t*h, fifty in this cutter, got my own special gun (Yeah)
My dawg, he got shot, his momma cried on me
F**k it, I ain't gon' rap about that sh*t, we just gon' slide on 'em
Two-piece and a biscuit, we ain't even need no fries on 'em
Server a b*t*h like Popeyes's, we hop out, don't do drive-by's
Bad b*t*h strike a pose (Pose)
Pull up in a Rolls (Uh)
I just say one word, now she coming out her clothes (Yeah)
Thuggin' with my bros (Bros)
Turnt up at my shows (Shows)
Gangster a** n***a with a mouth full of gold (Gold)
Aye, aye, aye, gangster a** n***a with a mouth full of gold (Full of gold)
Aye, aye, aye, I'm just a gangster a** n***a with a mouth full of gold (Full of gold)
Tooley on me tight, I cannot let you take my life, you think I'm slippin' that's your life
(Ben)
Aye, aye
Tooley on me tight
Aye, aye, yeah
Tooley on me tight, I cannot let you take my life, you think I'm slippin' that's your life
Aye, Tooley on me tight, b*t*h, I been known to roll the dice might play me once, won't play me twice
Ain't no backing down from sh*t, I got this Tooley on me
Pu**y b*t*h, if you get outta line, I put this Tooley on you (Yeah)
Designer on my feet, b*t*h, I be drippin', I be coolin' on 'em
My n***a, he from Compton, he a blood, hе say he boolin' on 'em
Thirty grand in jewеlry, that's a whole lotta ice, n***a (Yeah, yeah)
F**kin' on his hoochie in my Gucci's, these some nice slippers (Aye)
She poppin' that coochie, if she bad you know I might tip her (You know I might tip her)
B*t*h, I'm banded up, I got it jumpin' like I'm Mike, n***a
Big ol' Tooley on me, you know I ain't finna fight, n***a (Uh-uh)
Ten thousand dollars in my pocket, b*t*h, that's light, n***a
Quarter key of work, watch how I stuff it like a pipe filter (Like a pipe filter)
C3 crashing with that cutter, motherf**ker, it's on site, n***a (Yeah)
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, it's a homicide
I done seen some n***as get they sh*t popped, b*t*h, I'm traumatized (Yeah)
Hoppin' out with Draco's, all my n***as doing the murder dance (All n***as)
If this sh*t get crucial, call up ****, that's my murder man (That's my killer)
Bad b*t*h strike a pose (Pose)
Pull up in a Rolls (Yeah)
I just say one word, now she coming out her clothes (Yeah)
Thuggin' with my bros (Bros)
Turnt up at my shows (Shows)
Gangster a** n***a with a mouth full of gold (Gold)
Big ole bag on me, bank account full of O's (Full of O's)
Drppin' bag on 'em Gucci down to the toes (Yeah)
Coccinea shawty, sniffing down to the nose (Yeah)
Step off in yo' party, Louis down with some hoes (Yeah)
All my n***as clucthin', we was thuggin' up in middle school (Yeah)
Sold my lil' ,380, had to go and get a bigger tool
Went copped a Mercedes for the haters, b*t*h, I been a fool
Try to snatch my chain and watch how quick I up and kill a dude (Kill a dude)
Carbons in the car, b*t*h, we got all kind of guns (Yeah)
N***as wan' be like me, I got all kind of sons (Uh)
Fifty grand in hundreds, n***a, I don't flex with ones (No)
B*t*h, fifty in this cutter, got my own special gun (Yeah)
My dawg, he got shot, his momma cried on me
F**k it, I ain't gon' rap about that sh*t, we just gon' slide on 'em
Two-piece and a biscuit, we ain't even need no fries on 'em
Server a b*t*h like Popeyes's, we hop out, don't do drive-by's
Bad b*t*h strike a pose (Pose)
Pull up in a Rolls (Uh)
I just say one word, now she coming out her clothes (Yeah)
Thuggin' with my bros (Bros)
Turnt up at my shows (Shows)
Gangster a** n***a with a mouth full of gold (Gold)
Aye, aye, aye, gangster a** n***a with a mouth full of gold (Full of gold)
Aye, aye, aye, I'm just a gangster a** n***a with a mouth full of gold (Full of gold)
