Gold in My Grill

Chorus

Ride high, I be up on these hills

Sippin’ lemonade with a hundred dollar bills

I yodel on the block with my boots on the ground

Gold in my grill when the sun go down

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh-oh-ay (yee-hee!)

Oh-oh-oh-ay (ya-da-lay-hee-hoo!)

Verse 2

Flip the script, got my soul in my pocket

Neo-funk swag and the trappers can’t knock it

Brick by brick, built the city where I’m queen

Got butter in my drawl and a different kind of lean

Pre-Chorus

Backroads, bass boomin’ outta the trunk

Sip slow, ten toes in the city I run

Roses on denim, ooh the story I spun

All eyes on me, now the work getting done

Chorus

Ride high, I be up on these hills

Sippin’ lemonade with a hundred dollar bills

I yodel on the block with my boots on the ground

Gold in my grill when the sun go down

Post-Chorus

Oh-oh-oh-ay (yee-hee!)

Oh-oh-oh-ay (ya-da-lay-hee-hoo!)