Gold Medal Lyrics - Yo Gotti

It's award season again 

I mean we gon' keep winning and taking all these trophies home 

I don't see no real contenders 

Nigga I should win a trophy 

Platinum wrist with the cola 

I should get a gold medal 

Can't nobody cook it better 

I show you how to whip the yola 

I show you how to whip the yola 

I show you how to whip the yola 

I show you how to whip the yola 

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I show you how to get some extras 

Nigga I can bless you 

Two bricks and a half, I got the kitchen under pressure 

Take it out the water, rough white that's the texture 

This shit just like a drive-thru, when you pull up may I help you? 

Eyes on the camera, guns on the counter 

Guerrillas with them choppas and they all got them bananas 

Ran out of rubber bands then fucked up all the counters 

Fucking count it half a hand, give me the pack and I'm a down him 

It jumping out the gym, call it trap-oline yayo 

How you a dope boy when you never seen yayo? 

Ever since I was a kid boy I use to dream yayo 

It's me and Snootie Wild and they call us team yayo 

Photos 

On the stove with the egg beater, whipping Jason Jeter 

I can show you how to mix the yellow water make it ether 

Longway Lulu got your [?] bricks we break em down to deuces 

Cinnamon buns on the hand guns empty goin' [?] 

Send the pack to Memphis and we workin' out the bitches 

[?] and red, crash mans [?] got it in the trenches 

Workin' my wrist whippin' up my credentials 

[?] it be white like the dentures 

Pocket monster cruisn' in the [?] 

Blood on blood, this side get fucked 

The money count, I just keep countin' 

[?] and Yo Gotti gon' count it 

200 bands and we dab in Cavalli 

Mother fucker tell them send a deposit 

So don't show we pull up in Bentley's and Masi's 

[?] we be tippin' the pilot 

G5 with a beat in the pocket