Yellow Really Gold Lyrics – Kodak Black

Yellow Really Gold Lyrics Meaning

Kodak starts off by bragging about how real and flashy his gold is. When he says “yellow really gold,” he’s talking about his jewelry being the real deal, not fake. He’s showing off, laughing, and feeling himself. Then he jumps right into talking wild about a woman, calling her names and saying she’s not worth much. He paints a picture of his flashy lifestyle—he’s got a cold-looking grill, a fancy house with its own movie theater, and he’s out partying in a sleeveless shirt. He says he slept with someone’s girl, throwing in wordplay around being a “wife beater.”

He mentions being in Orlando on Easter, just riding around, doing his thing. The lines move fast—he’s riding in a fast car, calling another girl Dakota, flexing again about her being into him. He’s on the move, talking about a Spanish girl he’s with and how they’re living like stars. He brags about spreading money across his shoulders, like tossing cash everywhere. There’s no slowing him down—he’s full throttle. Then things get explicit again as he talks about a s*xual moment in an elevator, and even goes further saying he’ll strip someone down, showing he’s still got that aggressive, street mindset.

When he repeats that “the yellow really gold,” it’s like a theme running through the song—it’s his way of reminding us how rich and flashy he is. Old money, stars in his car ceiling, and a chain that shines like a globe. It’s all about how iced-out and wealthy he’s become.

Later, he brings up a red and burgundy vibe, then jokes that his blue-colored cash looks like “burger meat.” He’s saying when he pulls up in a 911 Porsche, it’s serious—like an emergency. He wouldn’t ever leave his gun at a crime scene, keeping things street-smart. His Jeep changes colors, and he says he hits licks but always keeps something for himself—”double dipping.” His car’s gold-plated, and he even jokes about keeping a woman for three days and not wanting to give her back. He talks about copying what others do just to mess with them and says his boy is out putting in work for him. He used to be deep in the hustle but now he’s chilling, though he still misses the street life sometimes. People who hated him now want his autograph, and girls want his money.

In the end, he calls his watch a Muller, says he surprised himself with what he can do, and even plays with words by calling himself Jewish and Woo’ish, likely hinting at spiritual vibes or affiliations. Then once again, he brings it back to the hook—yellow gold, old money, starry car roof, big shiny chains. All about living loud and big.