Gelato lyrics

[Intro]
Okay (Izze The Producer)
Uh
I'm real and you fake, hah
I'm the same n*gga used to front your big brother
I'm the same n*gga, first time you ever seen me, I was in a coupe (Honorary Member)

[Chorus]
I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got money everywhere (Everywhere)
This b*tch blowing up my cell (Brrt)
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty b*tches walkin' 'round in they underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell (Ayy)
I f*ck b*tches by the pair
They say, "He ain't playing fair
That boy there be fresh as hell"
All this f*ckin' ice all on me, that b*tch couldn't do nothin' but stare
I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got pistols everywhere (Ayy)
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to Hell (Bah)

[Verse 1]
Smokin' on some sh*t that you can't get inside my 'Rari
With a Barbie, yeah, he young, and he rich, and retarded (It's Dolph)
Sittin' at the house and I just turned it to a party
Got some b*tches and some molly, when I'm beefin', I don't squash it (It's Dolph)
Old rapper from the other side of town was hatin', so I f*cked his baby mama, now he sick (Hah), you dig?
In the club standin' on top of sh*t and smokin' Gelato (Hey)
Pourin' up Actavis, givin' b*tches gold bottles
Got a lot of scales (Ayy, weigh that up), a lot of work (Yeah)
Lot of chains on (Dope boy), no shirt (Ayy)
Ayy, I've been countin' too much paper, it got my hands hurtin' (Hey, hey)
I'm in the backseat laughin' at the haters, close the curtains (Hah)
[Chorus]
I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got money everywhere (Everywhere)
This b*tch blowing up my cell (Brrt)
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty b*tches walkin' 'round in they underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell (Ayy)
I f*ck b*tches by the pair
They say, "He ain't playing fair
That boy there be fresh as hell"
All this f*ckin' ice all on me, that b*tch couldn't do nothin' but stare
I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got pistols everywhere (Ayy)
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to Hell (Bah)

[Verse 2]
I just left the bank (Skrrt), I do what you can't (Uh)
I just drunk a pint (Raw), you should be ashamed (Damn)
Your b*tch gave me brain (Where?), in the turning lane (Uh)
Heard you got a hit on me, I hope they got a good aim (pus*y)
I got on six chains (Woah), three big diamond rings (Woah)
Trap n*gga with a hundred mil', later, I'll still be the same, ayy
All I do is smoke weed (Yeah), I'm covered up with double G's (Gucci)
Same room sold a hundred P's and had a threesome at the DoubleTree
[Chorus]
I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got money everywhere (Everywhere)
This b*tch blowing up my cell (Brrt)
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty b*tches walkin' 'round in they underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell (Ayy)
I f*ck b*tches by the pair
They say, "He ain't playing fair
That boy there be fresh as hell"
All this f*ckin' ice all on me, that b*tch couldn't do nothin' but stare
I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got pistols everywhere (Ayy)
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to Hell (Bah)

[Outro]
Haha
Ayy
Ayy, I remember my plug asked me, man
"How you get all this motherf*ckin' money, young n*gga?"
I said, "That's how it is when you the king of your city, man"
Yeah
Haha
King sh*t
Gelato