[Verse 1: King Los]

To celebrate my new haters

I just bring a new whip out

End up fuckin' your main girl

Then park this shit at your bitch house

Paid 100K for my necklace

They wanna bring 100 Ks to my crib

Nigga, it's 100 ways to get got

Then make you pay 100K for your kid

Have him at the crack house with the dope fiends

The dim lights and the smokescreens

Let him smell the aroma from a coke coma

If you listen close, you'll hear souls scream

From the block, chillin' with the shooters

That was in a pot, tryna whip up future

My dogs scrape the walls of that Pyrex

As I thank the Lord for my progress

[Chorus: King Los]

Cause all my chains is gold

Man, my rings and Rollies is gold

All my dames is "go"

Ballin' like I'm slangin' that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

Screaming: "I can't fuck no broke bitch"

I smoke that West Coast shit

Rollin' with my top down

Cause I be on that dope shit

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

King Los with the kingpin

King Push, you'd better king him

King's ransom for a kilo

Took mine and built a kingdom

Open doors for overlords

Overdo it, overboard

This Coupe causin' you pain, nigga

Peel the top back like an open sore

My niggas is caged in, I tell 'em be patient

'Raris we racin' - nights at the Day's Inn

Paid off - they comin' home made men

New gods, in the new Auds, we lose y'all

You a Dodge, nigga, like the new charge

This dope money, we can prove ours

[Chorus: King Los]

Cause all my chains is gold

Man, my rings and Rollies is gold

All my dames is "go"

Ballin' like I'm slangin' that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

Screaming: "I can't fuck no broke bitch"

I smoke that West Coast shit

Rollin' with my top down

Cause I be on that dope shit

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]

I need a celebrity bitch

So I can be a groupie nigga

Ten million dollars, but I'm still in the streets

So they're saying I'm a stupid nigga

I might be, but then again I might not

I can show you how to make 8 bands off a pound of kush

And 35 off a white block

I can show you how to drop the top on a Phantom

Show you how to unload that hammer

When I say 'Cocaine Muzik' my nigga

Add that 'R' cause that's my grammar

Say my words slurred, I got birds

They sip syrup, she got curves

Got kicked out the house, gettin' up on my nerves

Plus she heard I'm fuckin' with that dope...

[Chorus: King Los]

Cause all my chains is gold

Man, my rings and Rollies is gold

All my dames is "go"

Ballin' like I'm slangin' that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

Screaming: "I can't fuck no broke bitch"

I smoke that West Coast shit

Rollin' with my top down

Cause I be on that dope shit

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope

I got that dope, got that, got that dope

Got that, got that dope