Verse 1: Golden Boy

My couch basement, layin in the cut about eight

It's rainin outside, my mouth dry like I was just blazin

Brain rush when the celly ring, or two way, or just a phone

Fuck it though it ain't essentially linked to me bustin flows

My bro, cousins, a couple biddies a clutch a

Dozen cols suds and smoke too so if it's booze, then I must've known

The crew is cruisin cross the second narrows bridge

And got tickets

To a show, you set to go? They heard crickets

Gut laced with hunger pains, maybe another day

He chuckled and sayin son if you must we could hit up Subway

So it was on, rolled equipped with old timbs and flip my bridges on

So I could get rich like any pimp to broads

Drippin fog and I ducked in the whip in shotgun while guzzlin a sip

My coffee mug is topped to the brim

Nod to kittens in the back

Man fat passed his service in Europe

He hit the gas the bitches passin' me Bourbon

As I capped it I was jokin with them folks from the fairer sex

So Joe was on the phone, the girls a go are we there yet?

I'm laughin, no, let Abten know the plan for the jam is to meet in the street

And have a smoke before we hit the VIP

He's like peace, click, and reach for the weed quick

And chickens in the back ain't doin nothing but gigglin

Shit a man in my position more concerned with that jigglin

Mental note, player, fuck the front, later sit with them

I'm seein hearts like it's heaven and the lemon hart helps

Young men and women get a good start as the whip darts

Though the dark elements and Pettit take us where we gotta get

Cause the real party starts at eleven kid

Hook: Golden Boy

The 80 of gin

My name on the list

The lanes that we switch

That's just gold

The ladies are twist

Just babies in whips

A Canadian prince

That's just gold

Verse 2: Golden Boy

Rollin down the window kid, skippin on the disc

With the chicks poking him, yo we got any disco?

It's Joe with the conference call phone blowin up with y'all folks

It's already at the club, but we got it all

I stole a glance up in the mirror at my hat and stuff

Wasn't starin at them ladies in the cut and wearin nothing much

Wink she flashin me ivories, teeth sink on blunt wrap

Pass that reef beside me, she tongue that

Jealousy of ya lime green beverage torrential hail

The high beams as we french inhale

It cut back as the engine wailin through the guts of hastings

Reach down my legs it's Van Halen

Yo she's got it, I wanna get our shuck and jive goin

If we gettin drunk I'm lookin forward to the ride home

They said the club is yes bumpin, son

All I see is wet road refection cold leather on my neck

It's the west coast

Gray depths of the old growth oak

Though at such place they become death tones

Go runnin red, if you see the fuzz duck your head miss

The whip will seat enough if we had one less

And get your fist up speedy when you spot a cyclops

Or a beetle on the street or off a sidewalk

It's worth a six pack, pass the shit back

I'm finna get blasted we missed the first act

And Joey's chillin, yo the hoes be grillin us

Suppose me, I don't give a shit, he's indifferent

Soon as I blink, now she wink, should be a good week

The sweetest thing of any evening is the pre drink

Hook: Golden Boy

The 80 of gin

My name on the list

The lanes that we switch

That's just gold

The ladies are twist

Just babes in whips

A Canadian prince

That's just gold

Outro: Golden Boy

Specifics a list, lady you bitches you crazy if you think we ain't kid (that's just gold)

Everyday motherfucker