{Verse 1: gold.wealth}

One, two, three to the four

How many niggas in the store

You'll get it wrong, got two more by the door

Oh galore

We telling you we is the truth

We winning the game no matter the foes

To all that oppose, we killing you four times

Over, witness a murder, call a reporter

Tell em we go by

F, double O, L, S to the G, O-L-D

Fools gold

( Fools golds for the people, and the people came to see)x3

Fools gold, fools gold

{Verse 2: GDLN}

Excuse me my name is GDLN and I am floating

We sippin’ potion-we potent like king dreams

On the stage rolling-coasting losing focus

Slippery hands call me David Blaine or Hey Miles run the track again again

Here we go again with my mans gold wealth or michael causing up a scene again

Madman bout to fuck it up again

Coast guard bout to shut it off again

So dense-tense bout run up the track Mess

Scotty called-“that’s a bunch of Noise”

Cock it back like a solar plex

Got the vest and the zest with gas

Bout to run up the games-we fools

{Verse 3: Kingdreamm}

King dream know the name

Biblical python with some fangs

Blow up the crowd, make it rain

Fools gold, still insane

{Verse 4: MICHAEL}

Fools Gold, Hall of fame

Jordan, Jack, and Tyson

Next Michael, know the name

Rare breed, like a Bison

Cut the beat, I said By son

{Verse 5: Kingdreamm & MICHAEL}

M: I'm fucking insane

K: Fuck is you saying

M: High as a kite

K: Fuck on a plane

M: Under pressure don't measure to how I was made

K: Clutch in the genes, icy veins, time is dame

M: Fuck is you saying

K: I'm fucking insane

M: Up for the bat

K: A hero like Wayne

M: We manifest bitches, take Hoes that you claim

K: Pulling two kings, ready to reign

{Verse 6: Scotty}

Proverb or scotty the name

Never chose I was raised to this

Hittin hard luke cage with it

We the mob ain’t here to fit in

I got bars call that a prison

In the flesh still made to sin

The rest come and go but we here to win

Was feeling the beat had to jump in

Fools gold looking like a circus (pause)

Flow static shock lemme break the circuit

Gang we on top of the wave

Try to surf catch a fade

Threw the lob D-Wade

Gold hittin with the ray

Now I ain’t talking Star Wars

Soon to be on billboards

Got it blasting like a rocket

Plugged in not a socket

Aiming with some fools we got the nonsense

{Verse 7: MILES}

Miles, I got the gold smile

Fools up in the coast now

Run up the track like I’m Usain

Burn it up, heat like its butane

Come to the crib we can do things

Might start spitting this my new thing

New Wu-Tang that’s what I’m saying

Singing and spitting Call me Tory Lanez

I’m bout that money that’s before fame

This Fools Gold Fam, this the new Wave