Tom Macdonald Cool Kids & Gold Chains Lyrics

[Intro: Tom MacDonald, Stevie Ross]
Yeah
Stevie motherf*cking subs on the beat
Twos
I said twos
Uh, f*ck with me

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
We all young, we all paid, we got no plans today
We just ridin' 'round the city, eatin' good and having drinks
Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras with the cheetah print
If you ain't lookin' out for us don't look for us to let you in
That brand new, chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains
[Verse 1: Tom MacDonald]
Uh, too many fly girls wearin' ray bans, we got options
Uh, too many iPhones getting lost and we just bought 'em
Uh, too many highballs getting served, so we drink 'em twice as fast and swerve, guess we'll never learn
At least that's what our girls say, when we out in Paris like a world away
Girl trippin', gettin' wasted, come back feelin' famous
Whole team still wildin' out with hip girls and fancy places
Whole time I was gone I did the same shit in foreign places
Do it, let's do it, get the bouncers to try and move us
Young and rich and overrated by the people spreadin' rumors
Drunken privilege is the label, jealous rappers try to give us but we work for we got
Petty bitches, B-Sharp

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
We all young, we all paid, we got no plans today
We just ridin' 'round the city, eatin' good and having drinks
Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras with the cheetah print
If you ain't lookin' out for us don't look for us to let you in
That brand new, chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains

[Bridge: Tom MacDonald]
We just out here in the crowded rooms that no one's ever heard of
Gettin' drunk and disrespectful, but we still call bitches girls
[Refrain: Tom MacDonald]
My chain just hit me in the face, I'm wildin' out
My chain is bangin' on my chest, I'm wildin' out
My gang is smoking in the club, they wilidin' out
They wildin' out, they wildin' out
My chain just hit me in the face, I'm wildin' out
My chain is bangin' on my chest, I'm wildin' out
My gang is smoking in the club, they wilidin' out
They wildin' out, they wildin' out

[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
We all young, we all paid, we got no plans today
We just ridin' 'round the city, eatin' good and having drinks Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras with the cheetah print
If you ain't lookin' out for us don't look for us to let you in
That brand new, chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains

[Verse 2: Tom MacDonald]
None of my people are on the guest list
All of my people comin' through the exit
Dressed in the freshest, just bought, limited edition, no one else got it
No one else got it, no one else got it in the city
But I'm still gonna wear this denim vest on top to keep it vintage
My friends here and they thick frames with their drinks raised and we zoned out
Takin' Instagrams and wildin' in the place you never heard about
Uh, too many fine girls wearing Gucci, we got problems
Uh, too many passwords used to get into the party
Uh, too many girlfriends turned lovers
And they're all on my guest list so none of them pay cover
We all wild, we all pay
We don't work but we ok
We not hurt but we in pain, we the hangover gang
That's family and they'll help me when I have too much to handle here
No ceilin' for my people, we don't even want a chandelier
We all drunk, we all young at a crazy place that's a hole in the wall
That you'll never see unless you're lookin' through a hole in the wall
I know you're hopin' to ball
We don't open the door
We just open the bottle
You gettin' ignored, B-Sharp
[Chorus: Tom MacDonald]
We all young, we all paid, we got no plans today
We just ridin' 'round the city, eatin' good and having drinks
Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras with the cheetah print
If you ain't lookin' out for us don't look for us to let you in
That brand new, chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains, cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold, c-c-cool kids and gold chains

[Refrain: Tom MacDonald]
My chain just hit me in the face, I'm wildin' out
My chain is bangin' on my chest, I'm wildin' out
My gang is smoking in the club, they wilidin' out
They wildin' out, they wildin' out
My chain just hit me in the face, I'm wildin' out
My chain is bangin' on my chest, I'm wildin' out
My gang is smoking in the club, they wilidin' out
They wildin' out, they wildin' out

[Outro: Tom MacDonald]
B-Sharp you bastards