[Hook]
Saints Gold be the TM

Trophie, Maney in the BM
She fiending for our DM
Never want to be them


[Verse 1 - King Maney]
I like stacking guap

Huf, all my socks
She gon give me top
I don't $#&@ with cops

Savage, tatted addict
In the Range Rover
Smoking strange clover

I'm ghosting, like October
I'm spazzin, disappearing
I'm stuck, quadruple cup

I turn her to a !@#%
All this paper give me cuts
These snakes, I cannot trust

I like bread, no crust
Turn the $#&@ up
Saints, only us

King Maney, got a sack
Known across the map
Double G's on the belt

$#&@ her automat
They say I'm chosen
Sprite with the codeine

I'm a star bout to burst
On you $#&@in posers


[Hook]
Saints Gold be the TM
Trophie, Maney in the BM

She fiending for our DM
Never want to be them


[Verse 2 - Trophie]
Saints, we don't play fairly
Dressed up, beyond rarely

Eyes bloody, off Mary
Dirty Sprite and Burberry
Thankful that my drank full

Gasoline by the tank full
Cuff your chick, she tied down
I could get that (*##$ untangled

Tat parlor like every week
Never could I get enough ink
Gucci all on my waistline

Versace all on my cufflink
Switching lanes in my two door
Bad (*##$ inside, that's no joke

Drive slow like old folk
White gold in my cold rope
Smoke dope, still drank drank

That Jameson, no Anton
Saints Gold, we bout to blow
That motha$#&@in land bomb

First class, I'm taking flights
Foreign countries I land on
Walk up in the lobby

All the (*##$es get they fan on

[Hook]

Saints Gold be the TM
Trophie, Maney in the BM
She fiending for our DM

Never want to be them