Gold Rolex Lyrics Bobby Sessions ft. Benny The Butcher

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Gold Rolex Lyrics Bobby Sessions

Song:– Gold Rolex

Singer:– Bobby Sessions

Featuring:– Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs

Producer:– AJRuinedMyRecord & JAY SCALEZ

Written:– Bobby Sessions, Benny The Butcher, Freddie Gibbs, AJRuinedMyRecord & JAY SCALEZ

Label:– Def Jam Recordings

Gold Rolex Lyrics Bobby Sessions ft. Benny The Butcher & Freddie Gibbs

[Intro: Bobby Sessions]
Bobby Sessions, yeah, hol’ up
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse 1: Bobby Sessions]
Real recognize real, nigga, you aren’t identified
Diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized
Talkin’ shit, that’s ill-advised, probably why my hater’s sick
Saw the cake inside my bank increase because I made a wish
Saw the streets, not in the streets, all the streets embraced the kid
Cracker give me funny look ’cause I’m stayin’ at the Ritz
Walkin’ like a pimp with a cane and a limp
Mesmerize your bitch, she watch my dick swing to the left
Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh, Donald Trump a bitch
Texas nigga, Pleasant Grove, you better know that I’m legit
Took the shackles off my soul, I never sold it for a cent
Now the wrist is full of gold, I hit the goal and now I’m rich, uh
Made some new ones
Kept this shit one hunnid, now it’s paid up with the blue ones
I expose the system, take a look at how they do us
They wanna hate me, tell the world that I’m a nuisance
Pussy nigga, do some, legend

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher]
Yo, started with one eight ball and a fifty cent razor
A nigga still tryna catch up twenty bricks later, uh (Hahaha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol ‘fore I leave and my bitch wish me good luck
I stood up on each Ave (Uh-huh), collectin’ this free cash
At least I thought it was, free Ab and free Cass (Free the real ones)
I hit once and she ask me to buy her a G-Wag’ (What?)
And now she mad ’cause that pussy not worth a E-Class
Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, nigga
I’m out in St. Croix with in fuckin’ on Playboy bitches (Haha)
They wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons (Why?)
‘Cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on niggas (Huh)
They wanna take me back, I can’t let ’em, though
2021, I’m goin’ up or goin’ federal
I set the bar, nigga (I set the bar, nigga)
This Palm Angels jacket an extra large, mob shit
Before I start the engine, I check the car, Sopranos

[Chorus: Z-Ro & Freddie Gibbs]
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Yeah)
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate (Yeah)
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Yeah, bitch, yeah)

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]
At night, I can’t sleep (Nah), I toss and turn (For sure)
So I just jump in the ‘vert, Dr. Dre, chronic gettin’ burned (Skrrt)
I just put my side bitch on some Forgis, don’t scrape the curb (Bitch)
Spot a opp’, get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn (Fuck nigga, yeah)
Mr. Kane, pistol stay dirty but I got clean work (Yeah)
Once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work (Lil’ pussy ass nigga)
Smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the Beamer
Load the Heron, Leon, Dion, I switch the league up (Shit)
Kane, hoe, you can’t ‘tain me with a kiss or a gold ring
Send her back to her husband, she just fuckin’ to maintain
I cannot be monogamous, these bitches be playin’ games
Bitch, I rap for a hobby, I sell drugs to maintain, yeah (Maintain it, bitch)
And it’s been that way (Yeah)
Put your money up and get your package sent that way (Yeah)
Turn 12 for a deal, white went that way (Fuck that nigga)
Left stain in the street when he got hit that day, bitch (Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes

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