Gold Links

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] We just saying who we say we is I was at the crib chillin watching BéBé's kids I'm like, 6 no ices but the goal was thick Like, Rosie O'Donnel thick Herringbones and links You might think that I think that my shit don't stink But I'm just tryna sell boats so my ship won't sink Just got the iPhone but my shit won't sync with the MacBook The back was blunged and split Can't smoke with us if your lungs ain't fit Fam, kickstand professional best in the land Old niggas should invest in the kids And this old nigga told me when I was like yay high Stay live lil homie, air jordan play clothes Hoopin in them Mikes that we got good grades for Herringbone chain on, half moon fade on Hurricane jacket same colour as mango [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks & Chuck Inglish] I'm back on that gold chain shit Same old riff raff I want them gold links outta the glass Back on that gold chain shit Cleaner than a whistle Mitchell and Ness jersey, yes the official Askin if we got it well we already get you Now I'mma let it ride if it's not an issue I'm back on that gold chain shit (2x) [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Bought me an apple that guitars could play Next thing that you know she'll be on the dance floor She was looking, and I was looking her back Forth back and on fourth and long I had to pass Out the pocket unlock then we scram home 4 flat 40 in the 40 odd dash Then I hit the end zone, Santonio Holmes Not like that stupid, that's just where we stopped at And I was sitting on the corner so I parked Boo, please don't cut your nails in my car (Nope) Uh, and I mean that shit Unclick my seatbelt now I'm sitting on the hood What's good [?] what's good roll somethin Hit Lenox Mall, gotta pack and fold somethin Three polos from the spring [?] Manilla live cassette tape and the Monte Carlo Let's roll [Hook]