Golden,
Gold all over,
Covering me with yellow,
My bottom placed to the ground,
Golden crown all over,
He has the money,
all the wealth he wants,
money grows from trees,
He has a whole forest of tree’s
I wish I was Midas
million dollars in my pocket,
Golden crown all over,
the mythic eagle flying up high.
swoosh,
he was the wealthy,
money in bags,
thousands of bags,
yellow through, yellow coins,
autumn leaves, sweep through me,
thousands of dollars in hand,
he has all of it,
all that he has,
he’s not kind,
he’s not somebody that somebody would like,
he’s a villain to many,
but,
the golden eagle flys over him,
look at him,
driving his Ferrari around,
with his Gucci bag,
and thousands of dollars in hand,
Golden crown all over,
three million dollar diamond bling,
and a gold ring that holds it all.
sink my teeth into the gold bar,
I want the wealth inside,
swallow the wealth,
Golden crown all over.

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