Gold Bottles (feat. Mallori Knox)
That's what they say, huh?
That's what they say, huh?
Hey, my name well know, now I don't need ID
For the big gold belt, nobody bleeds like me
Drinking big gold bottles, we in V. I. P
Niggas thinking small, we gotta do it B. I. G
Let's prove 'em wrong, nigga
Diamonds
Yo, I'm a limousine-ridin', jet-flyin'
Kid-stealing, wheeling-dealing, gold grill villain
Niggas won't know the feeling
that's a tooth with a hole in it
No gimmicks at all, every verse I put my soul in it
One me, so I know God broke it when the mold finished
Multi-colored robes, I make the show business, blow spinach
Bare witness to the greatest, niggas can't beat us, join us
Ayе yo, the holy water flow annointed
Avoid at all cost, I takе a phrase and coin it
Stretch the money like it's double jointed
Self appointed, we used to be on unemployment
Now we making soundtracks for your musical enjoyment
Business man, you gotta meet me by appointment
Never know who's a spy when there's a fly in the ointment
Aimin' high when I pointed
I can show you what's it like to live and die in Detroit
When you're cool with the bouncers
you get inside with the joint
Ace of spade, played my face card
Go against the odds no matter how high the stakes are
My dog ate a steak raw, compliment the chef
Power like fourty-eight loss
Place the track, that's race cars
Lace the blueprint, they trace ours
My lyrics out of this world, that's a space bar
Lawyer had the ref stop the count, what a great call
Palissades, more leather jackets with the eight-balls
That's what they say, huh?
Hey, my name well know, now I don't need ID
For the big gold belt, nobody bleeds like me
Drinking big gold bottles, we in V. I. P
Niggas thinking small, we gotta do it B. I. G (Diamonds)
We stack cage shows and churn rap cheques into dracos
Chains off your neck, it ain't safe 'till we say so
Make days, give fellatio
And say facials on the very first day
First they love you then they hate you
Started with a dollar and a dream, so we made do
Bape shoe purple [?] Welch's Grape Juice
Niggas looking sad, we had to cut a couple snakes loose
Hit 'em with the figure four, they couldn't shake loose
When I bless the microphone, all hell break loose
Diamond on the silent profile, only sing blues
Had a jeweler throw a diamond in the Jesus
McQueen boost black and white, interracial
Rappers, they want the formula bad, they imitate you
'Specially when your medallions
looking like dinner plates do
Gotta know your worth, my shit came with appraisals
I be with Hall of Famers, sharpshooters and lions
It's the Umbrella, bitch
That's what they say, huh?
That's what they say, huh?
Hey, my name well know, now I don't need ID
For the big gold belt, nobody bleeds like me
Drinking big gold bottles, we in V. I. P
Niggas thinking small, we gotta do it B. I. G
It's the Umbrella, bitch