Gold Is Mine by Rhyme n Reason Lyrics
Verse (KaBoo)
Nights on the phone, the pillow talk between texts so you don't feel alone
Bad to the bone, you asking me all these questions you already know
Like "is you feeling me?"
Well I wouldn't be this deep if I didn't have an eye for you
Let's make a trade off, baby I for you
And I'm grounded as fuck but I'll fly for you
Slow wind, red wine, then rewind
We lost balance but she seemed fine
It all happened like in no time
She so fast with her dope ass, hold on tight so she don't crash
Uh, swerve like the world's finna burn tonight
We so hot we deserve the hype it's like
Sunshine, with no shade, rock with the bench on reserve like I don't play, games
No I'm more about the business
I gotta have some quiet when I'm sippin
I gotta start a riot when I'm spittin
We finna get it crackin like a bent knuckle
I been humble but for nice guys it takes too long
You need some RnR? You can't go wrong
Every song be a wake-up call, you hear that bell ring?
This is combo flame, you see what hell bring
Knees on the ground for the real kings
Hook (2x)
Got her open like a treasure chest (open wide), that gold is mine, that gold is mine, that gold is mine
Verse (J.O.)
Keys under the mat, let yaself in, let the gin influence
In time, if you dine with enough fine wine you can find that the French game fluent
Target in sight, slight to the right, kinda sly on the move
Just shoot, take a cue, 8 ball any pocket, scratch that
So I bathe for the qs
First in the cue for the queen, one could be king if he swing in the blues
Got a lil thing for this pretty young thing, is it really bout bout that thing?
It's hard to think about when you bout that drink
Dropped another bout but we bounce back
Go for the gold is you bout that?
From what I been told, I doubt that
Hook
Nights on the phone, the pillow talk between texts so you don't feel alone
Bad to the bone, you asking me all these questions you already know
Like "is you feeling me?"
Well I wouldn't be this deep if I didn't have an eye for you
Let's make a trade off, baby I for you
And I'm grounded as fuck but I'll fly for you
Slow wind, red wine, then rewind
We lost balance but she seemed fine
It all happened like in no time
She so fast with her dope ass, hold on tight so she don't crash
Uh, swerve like the world's finna burn tonight
We so hot we deserve the hype it's like
Sunshine, with no shade, rock with the bench on reserve like I don't play, games
No I'm more about the business
I gotta have some quiet when I'm sippin
I gotta start a riot when I'm spittin
We finna get it crackin like a bent knuckle
I been humble but for nice guys it takes too long
You need some RnR? You can't go wrong
Every song be a wake-up call, you hear that bell ring?
This is combo flame, you see what hell bring
Knees on the ground for the real kings
Hook (2x)
Got her open like a treasure chest (open wide), that gold is mine, that gold is mine, that gold is mine
Verse (J.O.)
Keys under the mat, let yaself in, let the gin influence
In time, if you dine with enough fine wine you can find that the French game fluent
Target in sight, slight to the right, kinda sly on the move
Just shoot, take a cue, 8 ball any pocket, scratch that
So I bathe for the qs
First in the cue for the queen, one could be king if he swing in the blues
Got a lil thing for this pretty young thing, is it really bout bout that thing?
It's hard to think about when you bout that drink
Dropped another bout but we bounce back
Go for the gold is you bout that?
From what I been told, I doubt that
Hook