Gold Chain Groove

(yea, ahh)

It's Friday afternoon and the direct deposit hit Lacing up the fresh

white ones, pristine fit Gold chain catching sun,

shining through the tint Cruising down the boulevard,

making my own print Got the envelope,

we don't do the line at the bank Full tank of gas,

smelling like premium dank (unhh,

yeah)

Watch the way we bounce to the G-funk sound Fresh out the

box, we don't ever touch the ground Got the summer night warm,

pocket full of pay We gonna ride this groove all the way

Kicks still smelling new,

paper tissue on the floor Step into the venue,

they open up the door No security check,

VIP is guaranteed Just another payday,

doing what we need From the harbor to the hills,

we keep it true Cruising on three wheels under skies of blue

(that's right, ahh)

Watch the way we bounce to the G-funk sound Fresh out the

box, we don't ever touch the ground Got the summer night warm,

pocket full of pay We gonna ride this groove all the way

(yeah,

just bounce to it) (new kicks,

gold chains, you know how we do)