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Golden Grams Video (MV)




Performed By: Chelsea Maverick
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Kester Omoroghomwan




Chelsea Maverick - Golden Grams Lyrics
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I wanna vent
She wanna f*ck again
He wanna f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck with you
She wanna ou ou ou
Pop a molly and do it again
Grind everyday never listening to what they say
They gon talk about you anyway
Im tryna stack up them commas
And f*ck with my niggas we came up
Swear to God that this shit aint gon change us
Shout out to all the Billies I'm flamed up
We fly high tryna shoot us then aim up
I ain't gotta make that call
Shorty need a ride ride home
Fell off and im right back on yeah
Brand new glizzy man I like that tone
Finger f*ck the trigger make it
These niggas hatin i flame and cremate em
Then send em to satan you dig what I'm sayin?
Like a bad doctor i ran outta patience
My niggas got choppers you know that they holdin
Know the feds listening so don't quote him
Told my Slime that we gotta stay focused
Know they wanna see us give up keep going
That's my Whoadie nigga shout out New Orleans
I'm on a plane to the bean
Anytime that I wanted I'm changing the scene yeah
These niggas hated on me bet that mad that I woke up
I'm living the dream yeah
Gucci bag full of C-Notes
Talk that trap shit but you never seen coke
Get that money take care of your people yeah yeah
I'm just tryna go to the Stu
Then I'm coming right back home
She aint tryna f*ck with you
I don't really like that tone yeah
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I ain't gotta right my wrongs yeah
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I start a riot put you on a diet
These niggas telling tryna get me indicted
That pretty body gotta nigga excited
That pussy good baby I can't deny it
So high I might hire a pilot
If I see a bad bitch ima buy it
Keep my receipt case I just wanna try it
I like em brand new with no mileage
Play with my money lil nigga you gon be a dead man
She got em masturbating every single time
She perform for that webcam
F*ck all that kissing and holding hands
Pay your college tuition with Onlyfans
Got my team right beside me they know the plan
When I had that dog food it was golden grams
I'm just tryna go to the Stu
Then I'm coming right back home
She aint tryna f*ck with you
I don't really like that tone yeah
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I ain't gotta right my wrongs yeah
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I just tryna go to the Stu
Then I'm coming right back home
Then I'm coming right back home
Coming right back home
Coming right back home
I'm coming right back home
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English

I wanna vent
She wanna f*ck again
He wanna f*ck with you
I wanna f*ck with you
She wanna ou ou ou
Pop a molly and do it again
Grind everyday never listening to what they say
They gon talk about you anyway
Im tryna stack up them commas
And f*ck with my niggas we came up
Swear to God that this shit aint gon change us
Shout out to all the Billies I'm flamed up
We fly high tryna shoot us then aim up
I ain't gotta make that call
Shorty need a ride ride home
Fell off and im right back on yeah
Brand new glizzy man I like that tone
Finger f*ck the trigger make it
These niggas hatin i flame and cremate em
Then send em to satan you dig what I'm sayin?
Like a bad doctor i ran outta patience
My niggas got choppers you know that they holdin
Know the feds listening so don't quote him
Told my Slime that we gotta stay focused
Know they wanna see us give up keep going
That's my Whoadie nigga shout out New Orleans
I'm on a plane to the bean
Anytime that I wanted I'm changing the scene yeah
These niggas hated on me bet that mad that I woke up
I'm living the dream yeah
Gucci bag full of C-Notes
Talk that trap shit but you never seen coke
Get that money take care of your people yeah yeah
I'm just tryna go to the Stu
Then I'm coming right back home
She aint tryna f*ck with you
I don't really like that tone yeah
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I ain't gotta right my wrongs yeah
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I start a riot put you on a diet
These niggas telling tryna get me indicted
That pretty body gotta nigga excited
That pussy good baby I can't deny it
So high I might hire a pilot
If I see a bad bitch ima buy it
Keep my receipt case I just wanna try it
I like em brand new with no mileage
Play with my money lil nigga you gon be a dead man
She got em masturbating every single time
She perform for that webcam
F*ck all that kissing and holding hands
Pay your college tuition with Onlyfans
Got my team right beside me they know the plan
When I had that dog food it was golden grams
I'm just tryna go to the Stu
Then I'm coming right back home
She aint tryna f*ck with you
I don't really like that tone yeah
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I ain't gotta right my wrongs yeah
I ain't gotta right my wrongs
I just tryna go to the Stu
Then I'm coming right back home
Then I'm coming right back home
Coming right back home
Coming right back home
I'm coming right back home
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Writer: Kester Omoroghomwan
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