Trinidad James — All Gold Everything French Montana Remix

[Intro] This shit sound like 007 on N64 and shit (Haaan!) Aye, aye Montana Trinidad, what up? (Haaan!) [Hook] Gold all in my watch Don't believe just watch Nigga, nigga, nigga Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch Nigga, nigga, nigga Don't believe me just watch Don't believe me just watch Gold all in my chain Gold all in my ring Gold all in my watch Don't believe me just watch [Verse 1: French Montana] Cribs all in my chain Cars all in my ring All them bad bitches watchin' Nigga, nigga, is it me or my watch? Man, I pull up in the bank, 2-liter full of drank Shaquille up in the paint, a dealer on my link I popped the molly, can't sleep I popped the molly, can't eat Bad batch my nigga Don't pass that shit to me I'm high my nigga Stop talkin' that shit to me I be gettin' to the money, give a fuck about a hater I be rollin' up the OG in paper like a Taylor Gang Getting' money my nigga Fuck them niggas that's hatin' It's Montana, my nigga We don't count money, we weigh it [Hook] [Verse 2: Trinidad James] This ain't for no fuck nigga If you a real nigga then fuck with me This one for the hood niggas Hipster bitches that shop at Lenox Dark skinned, light skinned, Asian and White women Hypebeasts we know aboutchea' Don't buy shoes unless they popula' For the hoes, my nigga That's pussy popping at Magic City Got that strong, my nigga Then come match that shit with me Smoking mid, my nigga Then don't pass that shit to me This one for my niggas And bitches bout that money, (Cash Out) Gotta love, Chesire Bridge Them bad hoes at Onyx I don't fuck with no snitches So don't tell me who telling This one for them colleges Them bad hoes at Spelman Shout out to them freshmen On Instagram straight flexin' Popped a molly, I'm sweating woo Popped a molly, I'm sweating woo Momma always told me, boy count your blessings In God I Trust, so I kept counting them Franklins I'm too fly, you know this Lemme give your ass a checklist One gold watch, two gold chains Six gold rings, it's nothing, God Dayum OG Jordans, them high socks No shirt on, I'm stunting, okay And this song for them fuck niggas Who hating on you this summer, fuck em Talk shit behind your back But won't say shit in public, fuck em [Original Hook]