I made a million dollars off my old house You play with Gucci money, oh, he blowed off,

blowed off Gloopy simmering his, man, he throwed off,

Them checkers in my list, they call me Goldmouse, oh, I'm Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse,

I took a thousand pounds out of my old house, old house, Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse,

With naked bitches spooking, don't we throw it off?

Goldmouse started jigging out of public houses Sold a hundred bells from me to fuck my auntie's

Cause they been paying it for ten, they pay a EBT deposit

Ooh, look, Goldmouse shawty, sold her two bucks out your wallet

Kicked two bitches on their body, blowed her head off anybody

Came up watching Men Into Society, fucking looking fine

Ten, ten sluts shawty, made a profit, million dollars

My plumber know karate, he karate, kick your body

Right back to my old house with bells on the dolly

Look, Goldmouse shawty, made the trapping out of hobby

DJ bag up new Bugatti, girlie pick gon' bite your body

Gucci still his own, six a million, not some valley

Made a million dollars out my old house, old house

Played with Gucci money, oh, he blowed off, blowed off

My club be simmering his, man, he throwed off, throwed off

Them checkers in my list, they call me Goldmouse, oh, I'm Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse,

I took a thousand pounds out of my old house, old house

Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse

With naked bitches cooking, don't be throwin' off

Got naked bitches in the kitchen, water whippin', half a chicken

Take the residue up off the skeleton, serve a homemade bitch

I'm the Goldmouse shawty, still trapping it out the trench

Take a thousand pounds, serve the town, they call me Taco Bell

All the old folks tell me, go to hell

Long -chair jigging, bells through the mail, made a million sales

Trapping with the hell, say, little Goldmouse shawty

On the one -way ticket to hell, blow your damn brains out

And leave your ass still

My club go some more raw with that new Tomahawk red dot

Like an Indian, made a million at the old house

Tapping them bells, I'll welcome the sun into the Bennington

I make the money like the Dutch, no one get it in

You sound rude, boy, mix with Sicilian

Bitches in the kitchen still pluck pigeons

Little Goldmouse P. did it, long way, bitch

I lose out my old house, old house

You play with Gucci money, yo, he blowed off, blowed off

My club be severing heads, man, he throwed off, throwed off

Little trackers in my hood still call me Goldmouse, Goldmouse

Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse

I choked a thousand pounds out of my old house, my old house

Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse, Goldmouse

But naked bitches quick and dope, we throwed off, skrrt, goldmouse