Gold (feat. Jake Reese, Waka Flocka Flame & DJ Whoo Kid) - Dash Berlin

Got me losing control Like a fool, like I'm mad Cuz I'm caught in the middle with you Want it all, want it bad Need it more than a little It's getting realer, yeah I'm ready for your crazy Take mi high, lift me up till I'm faded I know you're poison but I gotta gotta taste it (Taste it) Ohuho yeah You burn on my skin But I'm in love with your chemicals My good side is losing Yeah we go hard like we're animals Ooh tonight we're making gold Watch how we glow You burn on my skin But I'm in love with your chemicals I'm in love with your chemicals Ooh tonight we're making gold Watch how we glow Ooh tonight we're making gold Watch how we glow Step up in the party like me halluh If you ain't livin' then you dyin' that's my motto The sun goes down (you know) The moon come up (yuh) Everybody gets lit (we lit) And the room fills up (yeah) All the money that I made Don't compare to these memories Let's live a life with no enemies It's the purest from of living free Waka They say that I'm lost I don't care, I don't mind If I go down I'd rether be high If this is bad, I don't wanna be better It's getting realer, yeah I'm ready for your crazy Take me high, lift me up till I'm faded I know you're poison but I gotta gotta taste it (Taste it) Ohuho yeah You burn on my skin But I'm in love with your chemicals My good side is losing Yeah we go hard like we're animals Ooh tonight we're making gold Watch how we glow You burn on my skin But I'm in love with your chemicals I'm in love with your chemicals Ooh tonight we're making gold Watch how we glow Ooh tonight we're making gold Watch how we glow Watch how we glow Watch how we glow

DJ Scream, Waka Flocka Hood Rich Kliko, we in this motherf-cker man I'm back, now I've been all around the motherf-ckin world man 42 cities, 11 countries N-gga I'm still tourin man Of 3 years ago music and I'm still makin millions off my old shit I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery Rappers comin out the closet like they Jason Collins Rappers beef with other n-ggas, they don't want these problems I just get it poppin, grew up, I didn't have an option My youngins, they ain't got a option, they'll shoot yo shit up That's facts n-gga, stay strapped n-gga Ridin round town with that same fat n-gga That's deep dash, window smack, choppa with a blast 6 hour surgeries and a body cast Ah, ride on the enemy Give a f-ck about this industry Shoot one, I shoot two, you know the remedy Headshot, top back, JF Kennedy I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery Adopt yo soul, it ain't shit to me (adios) Parties droppin, I see murder like masterpiece Obituary, you just made history No prints, just an unsolved mystery Copped my first strap when I was 14 Real painkiller like morphine Don't pause, add em, I need more fiends I can see it in his face, he sold his ice cream Wooh da King, Waka Flocka - bad news I swear these boys nuts, no casuals Cross the line, you gon die today Droppin money on the head like he DOA I'll bust yo head, It ain't shit to me! Have you plankin dead, It ain't shit to me! Flocka! Arms up screaming victory Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Obituary, read you out in history Have you rob me, statute death a unsolved mystery