Who Sang Goldie? A$AP Rocky

A$AP Rocky Long.Live.A$AP cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2013-1-15
Genre: Hip Hop
Style: Thug Rap/Pop Rap
length: 3:13
producer: Hit‐Boy
mixer: Hector Delgado
recording engineer: Hector Delgado
editor: Hector Delgado
turntable: Hector Delgado
Some other versions of "Goldie"

Lyrics
I said it must be cause a ***** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a ***** name on they toes
*****s talk **** 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til **** pop off

Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement
I'm early to the party but my 'Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life's a motha****a, ain't it? These other rappers anus
So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself and I and motha****as that I came with
Miscellaneous, *****s wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Low key, *****s mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff *****ing with your ***** ***

I said it must be cause a ***** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a ***** name on they toes
*****s talk **** 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til **** pop off

Yes, I'm the ****, tell me do it stink?
It feel good waking up to money in the bank
Three model *****es, cocaine on the sink
And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink
Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them *****s talking **** so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"
Tell that *****, hop up on my ****, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck the ****, motorboat her ****
I'm the ****, *****s mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff *****ing with your ***** ***

I said it must be cause a ***** got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them college girls write a ***** name on they toes
*****s talk **** 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til **** pop off

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Long Live A$AP
  • 2 Goldie
  • 3 PMW (All I Really Need)
  • 4 LVL
  • 5 Hell
  • 6 Pain
  • 7 Fuckin’ Problems
  • 8 Wild for the Night
  • 9 1 Train
  • 10 Fashion Killa
  • 11 Phoenix
  • 12 Suddenly
  • 13 Jodye
  • 14 Ghetto Symphony
  • 15 Angels
  • 16 I Come Apart

  • Release information
    label: Polo Grounds Music
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 887654369628
    script: Latin