Gina! (August Alsina) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Hopped out diva, head like Gina, mix Margarita, yeah, yeah
Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creeper, yeah, yeah
Hot like fever, f*ckin' on cougar like August Alsina
Young rich n*gga stand tall, I'm a leader
Hit right, spot now she yellin' out, "Eureka"

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, haunted while I drive, I think this b*tch a ghost
Yeah, f*ck her 'til she cry, I like my chickens soaked
Yeah, blow a bag, I can't have my b*tches broke
Gettin' head while I drive, I love my b*tch for sure, yeah

[Verse 1]
Kicked in the gates
She don't even like a n*gga 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 gotta fake
Vacay home with the view, got a lake
Tyron Woodley, we was runnin' from jakes
Glowed up ballin', I can't call it
Came through early, y'all still yawnin'
Wrist in the dark but the lights keep glowin'
Will I be rich? b*tch, is ice still frozen?
Kites still flyin'? Mike still Jordan?
Money keep comin', money counter keep countin'
I can tell them n*ggas fraud
Came from the ghetto, b*tch
Blewed up here, we livin' large
[Chorus]
Hopped out diva, head like Gina, mix Margarita, yeah, yeah
Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creeper, yeah, yeah
Hot like fever, f*ckin' on cougar like August Alsina
Young rich n*gga stand tall, I'm a leader
Hit right, spot now she yellin' out, "Eureka"

[Interlude]
First of all, we need doctors, lawyers, fast food workers, burger flippers
Like, I'm tryna understand why everybody wanna be a f*ckin' rapper

[Verse 2]
Ayy, triple my work just to double the salary
b*tches doubted, now they tell me they proud of me
Burn these n*ggas, 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
Speakin' of balances, my checks got too many O's
Give a f*ck 'bout a ho, n*gga, give a f*ck 'bout a ho, n*gga
f*ck a gold digger, she don't leave with no gold with her
Send her back to her old n*gga
I'm a road killer, head shotter, slow kill 'em
Leave the body there covered roses
Seen you n*ggas, take a look at your homies
Vogue n*ggas, your 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, Reas' here
n*ggas ain't done enough, treat whoever runnin' sh*t like a runner-up
Bucks comin', this a ride, I'ma buckle up
Please be honest, I'm shinin', I'm polished, I'm climbin', I'm climbin', I'm..
[Outro]
I know like it's lit and all but damn we still need doctors, lawyers, and burger f*ckin' flippers
The f*ck?
June 2011