Gold Wrist - Wes Walker & Dyl

Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry Flying in the sky Going to a lonely star tonight, tonight I'm falling through the clouds Can't deny I got you on my mind, on my mind Blood is on my mind Blade is on my wrist, it makes it cry, make it cry I feel like I could die I feel like I don't care if I survive, I survive Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry I'm faceless in this kind of situation I know what you playing, trying to drive me crazy Trying to be something that you can't be I am in a mansion, something that you can't reach Fuck 'em, I'ma put 'em on the black list Pull up in a Lotus, think I have a death wish I'm forever young, might let the coke drip I don't give a fuck, I get my throat slit Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry Wrist cry, wrist cry I'm falling through the clouds Can't deny I got you on my mind, on my mind I feel like I could die I feel like I don't care if I survive, I survive

Jordan Belfort Jordan Belfort I been getting dirty money Jordan Belfort Stacking penny stocks while I'm flipping these birds Sipping on Ciroc, trip em up with the words I just popped a molly and I think this be my third Jordan Belfort Jordan Belfort I been getting dirty money Jordan Belfort Stacking penny stocks while I'm flipping these birds I just flipped a birdy, Money so dirty Got my bitch a mink, furry like Furby Came up made a milly, spent it on a rollie Stackin gouda, feta, chedda cheese 'n' ravioli Or maybe fettuccine, dirty martini Imma fuck yo bitch, call me Houdini Drivin' Lamborghini, yo ho in a bikini Eight bottles to the neck, three wishes from a genie Benjamin ain't dirty, but these Franklins be filthy Always going to court but im never pleadin' guilty Ballin' so hard I only be slam dunkin' Beat steady rockin' and the trunk straight thumpin' I be ridin' foreign pourin' merlot while I swerve Pedal to the medal when im whippin' round the curve Rollin up this marijuana you can smell the herb And I be getting all this lettuce and I ain't talkin' iceberg Jordan Belfort, Burberry shirt LV loafers on my sofa in Bel-Air Turnin' up daily cuz we can't turn down at work I been lightin' loud lately Like my volume switch don't work And my cologne is Versace, Medusa got me stoned I'm always high on something But I usually like to smoke We been long time friends, me and Ben Frank Every fucking day he needs a ride home from the bank Muhfucka you dont know me you ain't in my tax section My wallet ain't fat it's in the gym straight flexing I don't call your bitch back and shes checkin' her reception Bitch with double D's she's all up on my erection And I'm in the ovaries but I ain't about affection So easily the sober me just smokes and then forgets them Sometimes this life seems a little stressful Especially when they tell me that I am something special