Yeah
You want this money (Yeah)
Come take it from me (Yeah)
Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold-gold rush, girl
You chasing paper (Yeah)
You almost famous (Yeah)
Fuck all them haters, you're a gold-gold rush, girl
2 Chainz!
You can have the ho
Got her in my phone, no panties on
When she leave me, she gon' need a perm
Throat lozenges and need a comb (True)
Uh, precision and material
I'm fly, I'm aerial
If you a centerfold, I'm like, here we go
I pass it to my dog
Like a give and go really though (Got 'em)
I'm 'bout this paper
What you been thinking?
She like my head, the one below my navel (Oh)
I'm living major, and you a hater
You, fuck your hating ass parents, nigga
Because they made ya
You want this money (Yeah)
Come take it from me (Yeah)
Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold-gold rush, girl
You chasing paper (Yeah)
You almost famous (Yeah)
Fuck all them haters, you're a gold-gold rush, girl
Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah)
Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah)
Yes you are, gold-gold rush, girl
Dolce Gabbana, Prada, Ralph Lauren
No nada, won't holler
Going in for my pockets
Gold digging in my wallet
You better holler at Ross
I'm not copping them all, I'm still shopping at Ross
Still tryna spend a little bit of Mark Morrison
Return of the Mack back, then break that ass off
Give me some Keith Sweat, ease back go off
Dry humping that kneecap 'til they scream "Last call!"
(Aw shit) She starts chugging some vodka
She's thinking I'm Ryan Gosling
And these type of girls are crazy, you better watch 'em
Wanted a Denzel, ended up fucking Waka
I step out the Eldorado
I know you don't love me, you just love my poncho
My girls back at home posted up at the condo
Doesn't mean that we can't ménage though
Let's go
You want this money (Yeah)
Come take it from me (Yeah)
Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold-gold rush, girl
You chasing paper (Yeah)
You almost famous (Yeah)
Fuck all them haters, you're a gold-gold rush, girl
Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah)
Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah)
Yes you are, gold-gold rush, girl
Baby, you can wear my chain
You can take your picture by my car
All your friends can drop my name
'Cause tonight you're gonna be a star
(Yes you are)
You want this money (Yeah)
Come take it from me (Yeah)
Won't stop at nothing, you're a gold-gold rush, girl
You chasing paper (Yeah)
You almost famous (Yeah)
Fuck all them haters, you're a gold-gold rush, girl
Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah)
Yes you are (Yeah yeah yeah)
Yes you are, gold-gold rush, girl