All Gold Everything Lyrics – Trinidad James

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Several months ago, the world hardly knew who Trinidad James was. But everything changed with the release of his debut single, titled All Gold Everything. The rapper who found his way to the audience through a YouTube video suddenly became popular. His debut track got into the top ten on the US Hot Rap Songs and R&B/Hip-Hop Songs. Take a look at the All Gold Everything music video and lyrics posted below and see the new internet star – Trinidad James. Share your comments below!

Trinidad James – All Gold Everything Music Video

Trinidad James – All Gold Everything Song Words

[Intro: Trinidad James]

Yeah!
This sh-t sound like 007 with an N64 and sh-t
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
James!

[Hook:]

Gold all in my chain
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don’t believe me jus’ watch
N-gga N-gga N-gga
Don’t believe me jus’ watch
Don’t believe me jus’ watch
N-gga N-gga N-gga
Don’t believe me jus’ watch
Don’t believe me jus’ watch
Gold all in my chain
Gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don’t believe me jus’ watch

[Verse: Trinidad James]

This ain’t for no f-ck n-gga
If you a real n-gga then f-ck with’ me
This one for the hood n-iggas
The hipster b-tches that shop at Lennox
Dark skin, light skin, Asian and white women
Hypebeast we know aboutchea’
Don’t buy shoes unless they popular
For the hoes, my N-gga
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That’s p-ssy poppin’ that Magic City
Got that strong, my N-gga
Then come match that sh-t with’ me
Smoking mid, my n-gga
Then don’t pass that sh-t to me
This one for my n-ggas
And b-tches bout’ that money (Cashout!)
Gotta love, Chesire Bridge
Them bad hoes at ONYX
I don’t f-ck with’ no snitches
So don’t tell me who tellin
This one for them colleges
Them bad hoes at Spelman
Shout out to them Freshman
On Instagram straight flexin’
Popped a molly, I’m sweatin’ (Woo!)
Popped a molly, I’m sweatin’ (Woo!)
Momma always told me, boy count yo’ blessings (Count Em’ Up!)
In God, I Trust
So I kept countin’ them Franklins
I’m too fly, you know this
Lemme’ give yo’ ass a checklist
One gold watch
Two gold chains
Six gold rings, it’s NOTHIN’ (God Dayum’!)
OG Jordans
Them high socks
No shirt on, I’m stuntin’ (Okay!)
And this song for them f-ck n-ggas
Who hatin’ on you this summer (F-ck Em’!)
Talk sh-t behind your back
But won’t say sh-t in public (F-ck Em’!)

[Hook]