Look at These Hoes - Santigold

Look at these frost.

Look at these clothes.

Look at this dough.

Look at this gold, looking evil.

Look at me then look at these hoes.

These b*tches ain’t f*cking with me.

Killa!

Killa!

Killa, killa!

Killa!

Killa, killa!

My money on it we not,

Not gon' need to set it low.

Bar don’t need to come down,

Let it ride, they’re far below.

Mine will lead they can tell I know.

I know me they can tell me no.

If you got heart let it beat

And while they’re sinking don’t let this thing go.

Tear it up.

I’m so damn gold.

Tear it up.

I’m so damn gold.

Tear it up.

I’m so damn gold.

Tear it up.

I’m so damn gold.

Look at these frost.

Look at these clothes.

Look at this dough.

Look at this gold, looking evil.

Look at me then look at these hoes.

These b*tches ain’t f*cking with me.

Killa!

Killa!

Killa, killa!

Killa!

Killa, killa!

Follow me, don’t it seem

Like we likely run into a wall.

Hoe just tried to come 'round

In the dark I glow — that’s my motto.

I got class I can tell they don’t,

Built to last I can tell they won’t.

For the most part in a tailspin

Just pretendin' like they’re grabbin' on

Tear it up.

I’m so damn gold.

Tear it up.

I’m so damn gold.

Tear it up.

I’m so damn gold.

Tear it up.

I’m so damn gold.

Look at these frost.

Look at these clothes.

Look at this dough.

Look at this gold, looking evil.

Look at me then look at these hoes.

These b*tches ain’t f*cking with me, killa!

I’m so damn gold.

I’m so damn gold.

I’m so damn gold.

I’m so damn gold.

Look at these frost.

Look at these clothes.

Look at this dough.

Look at this gold, looking evil.

Look at me then look at these hoes.

These b*tches ain’t f*cking with me, killa!

Killa!

Killa, killa!

Killa!

Killa, killa!