Gelato

I got Gelato in the air

I got money everywhere

This bitch blowin' up my cell

Broke her heart and I don't care

I got pretty bitches walkin' 'round in their underwear

Bales of kush, that's all I sell

I fuck bitches by the pair

They say he ain't playin' fair

That boy there be fresh as hell

All this fuckin' ice all on me, that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare

I got Gelato in the air

I got pistols everywhere

They say God don't like hate

I might send that boy to Hell

Smokin' on some shit that you can't get inside my 'Rarri

With a Barbie, yeah, he young and he rich and retarded

Sittin' at the house and that just turned into a party

Got some bitches and some molly, when I'm beefin', I don't squash it

Old rapper from the other side of town was hatin'

So I fucked his baby mama, now he sick, you dig?

In the club, standin' on top of shit and smokin' Gelato

Pourin' up Actavis, givin' bitches gold bottles

Got a lot scales

A lotta work

A lotta chains on

No shirt

Aye, I've been countin' too much paper, it got my hands hurtin'

I'm in the backseat laughin' at the haters, close the curtains

I got Gelato in the air

I got money everywhere

This bitch blowin' up my cell

Broke her heart and I don't care

I got pretty bitches walkin' 'round in their underwear

Bales of kush, that's all I sell

I fuck bitches by the pair

They say he ain't playin' fair

That boy there be fresh as hell

All this fuckin' ice all on me, that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare

I got Gelato in the air

I got pistols everywhere

They say God don't like hate

I might send that boy to Hell

I just left the bank

I do what you can't

I just drunk a pint

You should be ashamed

Your bitch gave me brain

In a turning lane

Heard you got a hit on me

I hope they've got a good aim, pussy

I got on six chains

Three big diamond rings

Trap **** with a hunnid mill

Later, I'll still be the same, hey

All I do is smoke weed

I'm covered up with double Gs

Same room sold a hunnid Ps

And had a threesome at the Double Tree

I got Gelato in the air

I got money everywhere

This bitch blowin' up my cell

Broke her heart and I don't care

I got pretty bitches walkin' 'round in their underwear

Bales of kush, that's all I sell

I fuck bitches by the pair

They say he ain't playin' fair

That boy there be fresh as hell

All this fuckin' ice all on me, that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare

I got Gelato in the air

I got pistols everywhere

They say God don't like hate

I might send that boy to Hell