(feat. Billy Bad Ass) 



[Hook x2] 

Copper platinum, silver and gold 

Even with lint in my pockets, I'm still gon hold 

Sitting swoll down South, diamonds in our mouth 

We gotta put it in your face, just to show you what we bout 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Platinum tongue, platinum game platinum speaking 

Pimping the streets, over these beats I'm freaking 

Thugged out Iceberg, Gucci and coochie 

Strapped up at all times, I can't let these niggaz do me 

Taking this gangsta shit truly, keeping it playa 

Governor of this rap game, the Boss Man with long hair 

Sitting in a Versacci chair, calling shots 

Street Game CEO, my pockets is addicted to knots 

We bleed blocks and bust shots, and ride down on ya 

From Texas to NYC, all the way back to California 

You's a goner I got to get ya, straight like that 

Squash the chat, erasing your feature off the map 

What's the hap's on my feddy, cause I'm coming to get it 

Can't mention this shit cold, but I'm leader ridiculous 

I'm wicked and stay true, to who loyal to me 

Copper platinum silver and gold, representing royalty 



[Hook x2] 



[Billy Bad Ass] 

For the love of this game doing the thang, loving this game 

Who's to blame, bitch read the chain 

Invisible set princess cut, spell my name 

Fuck you know bitch, ain't no need to explain 

I keep a thing for aim, flip a V-12 with bang 

4.6 range, riding the South with terrain 

Strapped like Jesse James, the real gon feel my pain 

Check my veins, and if I knock down the drugs 

Check my block, and if I knock down a thug 

Check my glock, it'll be eleven and one slug 

With niggaz with mean mugs, thinking they seen slugs 

But I was leveled and seen, with niggaz dicks in the mud 



[Hook x2] 



[Billy Bad Ass] 

Copper, platinum, silver and gold 

Pimps, killers, dealers and hoes 

Is all I know, riding close and slow from massive cold 

Got licks where I whip's, 36 to 84 

A Street Game contract, like big Shaq shit 

And the Governor got my back, for you niggaz with that jack shit 

You don't know, you better ask 

Cause Billy Bad Ass, will get you a toe tag bitch 



[Mr. 3-2] 

Sitting swoll I'm cold, in this street game I play 

Me and Billy Bad Ass, ready to put work in cause it pays 

Punk watch what ya see, about royalty 

Cause you don't wanna cross that line, in your L-I-F-E 

G-O-V, represent the almighty dolla 

Fake niggaz speak like hoes, but real niggaz holla 

Holla-holla, if you ain't talking bout nothing 

Bitch you better move around, get out my face and stack some'ing 

Quit fronting like you the man, cause I'm knowing you's a runner 

I'm a 3rd Coast Boss, with my lil' bro right up under ya 

Hitting these streets like thunder, in a Benz on cutters 

Mean mugging for the world, ready to kill a motherfucker 



[talking] 

Ha hoe niggaz we fa sho niggaz, kick do' nigga 

Smoke dro, fuck your hoe fa sho nigga 

Running these broads bitch, royalty is money bitch 

Know I'm tal'n bout