[Intro: ThaHipHopHead]
Men been lusting gold for ages
This is the epitome of that lust

[Hook: Trinidad James]

[Verse 1: ThaHipHopHead]
So much gold on me, I feel like King Midas
Or Spain in the 17th Century, bling insight
I see gold in sight, I rock rings with ice
Got a chain worth more than a human life
Word to Raekwon, I'm keeping that cuban linx
Try to hate on, and beat you 'til you can't think
Your albums go quintuple dirt, mine go gold
A determined SOUL, keep jewels until I grow old
Got that Lil' Jon chalice, hoes pill-pop with malice
Hopin' they can grab my gold until their hands get calluses
But touch my accessories, and I'll break yo neck
Take your necklace, and now I'll rake this check
And word up to Shaolin, cause now I'm great with Chef
Now let me take 3 bars to tell you what I get
An authentic suit, an audible speaker
A necklace in August with the diamonds in deeper
A Caucasian wearing all this, and got the game sold
This is THHH on the remix of T. James, GOLD!
[Hook]

[Verse 2: NonDescriptWhiteRapFan1:]
Gold all in my chain
Hoes all give me brain
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, suck my crotch
[Hook]

[Verse 3 - JC Assassin]
A-U chemicals, wrist incredible
Thots ain't edible, they just want decimals
Chain so flexible, neck look sexual
Protect the deck when I wreck sets, jezebel
Suck a testicle if you thinking that I'm just acceptable
79 times the rhyme shines impeccable
Identical, colors and brothers, we are defendable
Fuck 12, we going unprofessional
Atomic number Kobe plus 55 for my gold leaf
Homie, even got gold on the trophy
Sophie choosing to using the necklace
Accusing me of reusing Ye fluently senseless
You sense this? Yeah, HipHopHead got the accessory
I can't wear your shit, now my neck is green
Memories of making that coke with compile
I got my neck dipped like Jay on Pop Style
[Hook]

[Verse 4: KUZGUN]
You know I'm hopping on that remix to "All Gold Everything"
These sluts ain't no more worthy of no wedding ring
N***a got no Ghostface Chillah, but still got that God Flow, ah!
100it Racks, like DJ Esco, Pablo, ah!
N***as gon' babble on about their cribs
N***as don't see my crib looking like Babylon, about their cribs?
Y'all want to not be neckless? Watch me, now that we made it out the whips and chains
We made it from without a dime to diamonds, now that we made it, got the whips and chains
I used to push a T, and malice with clips, now me and JC the next Pusha T and Malice with Clipse
N***as know when to avoid my criminal-ass with clips