Gold Daytonas Lyrics

Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
You know we got it
Yeah, gold Daytonas
The motherfuckin' wheels
Yeah, ride with it on us

You ever seen a nigga get shot by the Staples Center?
Next day you watchin’ Bron Bron with them staples in 'em (Lake Show)
Yeah, came for the ruckus
Head to toe, dipped in Supreme, I'm like a Cutlass
Fuck it, let loose on niggas
Spill my Goose on niggas, two tears in a bucket (Want all the smoke)
Three-wheel motion in the Bentley truck
See 12 and hold the Remy up (Fuck 12)
Need at least a hundred thousand ’fore we go in clubs ('Fore we what?)
'Fore we pour them shots ('Fore we what?)
'Fore we throw them dubs
West Side to New York, niggas show me love (Niggas know)
Front row at the Grammys and they know we thugs

Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Yeah, ride with it on us
Uh, what you know about it?
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
Ride
Yeah

Check my pocket, got a lot of hundreds
And all my ladies got flat stomachs, uh
At Saint Laurent when the shipment come in
Shrimp fettuccini then hop back in the Benz (Uh)
Got AMG on the seat covers, they love us
Leimert Park to the Rucker, I'm with Chuck
Get pressed for your Chucks
Matte black on the truck
Cuban link on tuck
Ace of Spades in my cup, uh
You wanna give me what I need, baby?
My seat on recline while she suck on mine, uh
Game told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate, then let 'em hate
Then they gon’ end up down one"

Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, why?
Ride with it on us
Uh, you know we got it, nigga (Yeah), ayy
Gold Daytonas
Hundred spokes for my dawgs and my Locs, ayy
Ride with it on us
Ride, ride, ride, ride, aight, haha

Ayy, dawg, West Side on these niggas
Fuck bitches
Ayy
Fuck bitches
Yeah