A$AP Rocky – Goldie Lyrics

Goldie

A$AP Rocky

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"Goldie." - A$AP Rocky

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 07:27 am

Album: LONG.LIVE.A$AP (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 02

Uh, uh, I said it must be 'cause a **** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a **** name on they toes
**** talk shit till they get lockjaw
Chrome to your dome till you get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off
Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait, hold up, that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement
I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest
Somehow, it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked, 'cause you famous
Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us
So, tell me what yo name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
You aim it 'fore you bang it, let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself, and I, and mothafuckers that I came with
Miscellaneous, **** wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Low key, **** mad 'cause I'm smooth, puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff-raff, bitching with yo' bitch ass
I said it must be 'cause a **** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls, write a **** name on they toes
**** talk shit till they get lockjaw
Chrome to your dome till you get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off
Yes, I'm the shit, tell me, do it stink?
It feel good waking up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And I'm so 'bout it-'bout it, I might roll up in the tank
'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them **** talkin' shit, so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
I'm the shit, **** mad 'cause I'm smooth, puffin' Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff-raff, bitching with yo' bitch ass
I said it must be 'cause a **** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows, they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a **** name on they toes
**** talk shit till they get lockjaw
Chrome to your dome till you get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off
Everybody play the tough guy till shit pop off

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers & Chauncey Hollis.

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