Gina! (August Alsina)

Hopped out a diva, head like Gina, mix margarita, yeah yeah

Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creepa, yeah yeah

Hot like fever

Fuckin' on cougar like August Alsina

Young rich **** stand tall, I'm a leader

Hit right, spot now she yelling out "Eureka!"

Yeah

Haunted while I drive, I think this bitch a ghost, yeah

Fuck her till she cry, I like my chickens soaked, yeah

Blow a bag, I can't have my bitches broke

Gettin' head while I drive, I love my bitch fasho, yeah

Kicked in the gates

She don't even know a **** but the money long, so she slid for the bait

Know the ass real, you can tell by the waist

Headed to the wealth, I ain't even gotta chase

Headed where I'm headed, I ain't even got a fate

Vaca home where the view got a lake

Tyron Woolley, we was running from jakes

Glowed up ballin', I can't call it

Came through early, night still yawning

Wrist in the dark but the lights keep glowin'

Will I be rich? Bitch, is ice still frozen?

Kites still flyin'? Mike still Jordan?

Money keep comin', money counter keep countin'

I can tell them **** fraud

Came from the ghetto, bitch

Blewed up here, we living marge

Hopped out a diva, head like Gina, mix margarita, yeah yeah

Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creepa, yeah yeah

Hot like fever

Fuckin' on cougar like August Alsina

Young rich **** stand tall, I'm a leader

Hit right, spot now she yelling out "Eureka!"

First of all, we need doctors, lawyers, fast food workers, burger flippers

Like, I'm tryna understand why everybody wanna be a fuckin' rapper

Aye, triple my work just to double the salary

Bitches doubted, now they tell me they proud of me

Burn these ****, treat the comp like they calories

Love me a Keisha, won't catch me with Mallory, greatest undoubtedly

You can't walk a mile in mine, you get calluses

Top Dawg, take a trip to these palaces

Ghetto queen with the sage, I like balances

Speaking of balances, my checks got too many 0s

Give a fuck 'bout a ho, ****, give a fuck 'bout a ho, ****

Fuck a gold digger, she don't leave with no gold with her

Send her back to her old ****

I'm a road killer, head shotter, slow kill 'em

Leave the body there covered roses

Seen ya ****, take a look at ya homies

Vogue ****, ya whole circle is posers

Take the last shot, my circle is closers

Too much real, life a movie, I'm focused

Sleep 'em and wake 'em up, hit 'em with Folgers, Reaz' here

**** ain't done enough, treat whoever runnin' shit like a runner-up

Bucks comin', this a ride, I'ma buckle up

Please be honest, I'm shining, I'm polished, I'm climbing, I'm climbing, I'm-

I know like it's lit and all but damn we still need doctors, lawyers, and burger fuckin' flippers

The fuck?