Lyrics Waka Flocka Flame – Can’t Do Golds

Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbin’ through the bands I be playin’ with the check (flocka!)
Count a cool two mill’ without breakin’ sweats
Bitch I’m always fuckin’ flexin’, wearin’ gold Rolex

I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can’t do golds
I’m ridin’ sixes, I can’t do the fours
Keep it real ’til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real ’til I die, put it on my set
Thumbin’ through the bands I be playin’ with the check
Keep it real ’til I die, put it on my set

Quarter million dollars cash in my guest room (turn up)
Thumbin’ through the bands I be playin’ with the check (flocka!)
Count a cool two mill’ without breakin’ sweats
Bitch I’m always fuckin’ flexin’, wearin’ gold Rolex

Chinnin’ through this work, I don’t have to bench press
When it come to white, my dawgs always love to flex (FLEX)
You see me, he a stone cold killer with the pistol (banana)
Run up in my stash then your mama gon’ miss you
Stay up on my grizzle, thumbin’ through a check (okay)
Stay a real nigga, I’m a put it on my set
Fell in love in fast cars since Gucci Corvette (yeeoom)
Nigga disrespect me, I’ll just leave his ass wet

I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can’t do golds
I’m ridin’ sixes, I can’t do the fours
Keep it real ’til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real ’til I die, put it on my set

He ain’t never been scared to a hundred on his head
Cash — dead bastard, what his son is
That’s your ass if I catch you slippin’, with my gun it’s…
Black mask, I’m always fuckin’ hangin’ with the robbers
Thumbin’ through the bands, I be doin’ it (you know)
I’m a real nigga, bitch, break yo fuckin’ back
You a pussy nigga, you don’t want no get back
I got raw, bounced back, gotta live with that
Same situation, get it how you live, bitch
Worth a couple of commas, you ain’t even average
I’m flexin’, Randy Savage
Free my nigga Boosie, I’m a fuckin’ savage

I’m rocking Rollies, I’m talking three of those
Bad bitches, I got plenty of those
Diamond grill, I can’t do golds
I’m ridin’ sixes, I can’t do the fours
Keep it real ’til I die, put it on my set
Keep it real ’til I die, put it on my set
Thumbin’ through the bands I be playin’ with the check
Keep it real ’til I die, put it on my set