Lil Duke, Lil Gotit, Lil PJ - Don Julio lyrics
Lil Gotit [Semaja Zair Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Duke, Lil Gotit, Lil PJ - Don Julio lyrics]
(Money Musik)
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
Woo, yeah, yeah
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
(Put it on rocks, can’t hit in the drop)
Okay, let’s go
Money, the mirrors is gon’ leave a tear
I work for this shit
And I’m stacking these racks like a building
(Stack it up, stack it up)
Can’t nobody stop me from
Greatness, lil baby, you trippin’
Go lace up yo’ shoes or yo’ boots
And go get you some millions
Gun on my waist in these skinny Amiri’s
Bitches ain’t shit
I can’t take these hoes seriously
(Bitches ain’t shit)
Told her that she cannot come on her period
(Come on her period) i’m on my grind
All of these people delirious (Delirious)
Lil Gotit and Duke went and got it
I’m higher than Bobby, these bitches on Molly
I know they plottin’
Ain’t worried bout them robbin’
We luring shit they down in Follies
We keep some bad bitches
And they runnin’ around
Bet they gon’ know when I come into town
I know some niggas, still servin’ them pounds
Focus and keep your ten toes on the ground
These are Margelias I wore to Coachella
Raised in the trenches, go get it
Pinchin’ these ducks and we
Pluckin’ they feathers
I told you before that I can’t ever settle
(Can’t ever settle)
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
Woo, yeah, yeah
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
(Pour Up, put it on rocks
Can’t hit in the drop) okay, let’s go
Money, the mirrors is gon’ leave a tear
I work for this shit
And I’m stacking these racks like a building
(Stack it up, stack it up)
Can’t nobody stop me from
Greatness, lil baby, you trippin’
Go lace up yo’ shoes or yo’ boots
And go get you some millions
Yeah
Flavor on flavor, Dior when I walk (yeah)
Can’t talk around bitches
These bitches gon’ talk (yeah, yeah)
Don Julio, what she want in her mouth
I just get in her throat, get in and get out
Vibes in the Yo’, finna party right now
(Party right now) make this bitch run
We the talk of the of town (Town)
Why you worried bout this bitch
You know she goin’ around (She goin’ around)
Always stay focused, see money right now
Okay, let’s go (yeah)
Fear of God pants and Chrome Heart sleeves
(Woo) pulled down my pants
She dropped to her knees (Mob)
Get an advance, the check clear to me
(Slatt, slatt)
Knock out anything that enter the ring
You know I’m from the hood, my car still on E
(Of course)
Hawaiian vibes, I got sand on my feet
I’m on that Don Julio (Julio)
Puttin’ that shit on, just check my portfolio
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
Woo, yeah, yeah
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
(Put it on rocks, can’t hit in the drop)
Okay, let’s go
Money, the mirrors is gon’ leave a tear
I work for this shit
And I’m stacking these racks like a building
(Stack it up, stack it up)
Can’t nobody stop me from
Greatness, lil baby, you trippin’
Go lace up yo’ shoes or yo’ boots
And go get you some millions
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
Woo, yeah, yeah
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
(Put it on rocks, can’t hit in the drop)
Okay, let’s go
Money, the mirrors is gon’ leave a tear
I work for this shit
And I’m stacking these racks like a building
(Stack it up, stack it up)
Can’t nobody stop me from
Greatness, lil baby, you trippin’
Go lace up yo’ shoes or yo’ boots
And go get you some millions
Gun on my waist in these skinny Amiri’s
Bitches ain’t shit
I can’t take these hoes seriously
(Bitches ain’t shit)
Told her that she cannot come on her period
(Come on her period) i’m on my grind
All of these people delirious (Delirious)
Lil Gotit and Duke went and got it
I’m higher than Bobby, these bitches on Molly
I know they plottin’
Ain’t worried bout them robbin’
We luring shit they down in Follies
We keep some bad bitches
And they runnin’ around
Bet they gon’ know when I come into town
I know some niggas, still servin’ them pounds
Focus and keep your ten toes on the ground
These are Margelias I wore to Coachella
Raised in the trenches, go get it
Pinchin’ these ducks and we
Pluckin’ they feathers
I told you before that I can’t ever settle
(Can’t ever settle)
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
Woo, yeah, yeah
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
(Pour Up, put it on rocks
Can’t hit in the drop) okay, let’s go
Money, the mirrors is gon’ leave a tear
I work for this shit
And I’m stacking these racks like a building
(Stack it up, stack it up)
Can’t nobody stop me from
Greatness, lil baby, you trippin’
Go lace up yo’ shoes or yo’ boots
And go get you some millions
Yeah
Flavor on flavor, Dior when I walk (yeah)
Can’t talk around bitches
These bitches gon’ talk (yeah, yeah)
Don Julio, what she want in her mouth
I just get in her throat, get in and get out
Vibes in the Yo’, finna party right now
(Party right now) make this bitch run
We the talk of the of town (Town)
Why you worried bout this bitch
You know she goin’ around (She goin’ around)
Always stay focused, see money right now
Okay, let’s go (yeah)
Fear of God pants and Chrome Heart sleeves
(Woo) pulled down my pants
She dropped to her knees (Mob)
Get an advance, the check clear to me
(Slatt, slatt)
Knock out anything that enter the ring
You know I’m from the hood, my car still on E
(Of course)
Hawaiian vibes, I got sand on my feet
I’m on that Don Julio (Julio)
Puttin’ that shit on, just check my portfolio
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
Woo, yeah, yeah
Mason MarGielaa, Givenchy the sides
Then twist up the top, pour up the Don Julio
(Put it on rocks, can’t hit in the drop)
Okay, let’s go
Money, the mirrors is gon’ leave a tear
I work for this shit
And I’m stacking these racks like a building
(Stack it up, stack it up)
Can’t nobody stop me from
Greatness, lil baby, you trippin’
Go lace up yo’ shoes or yo’ boots
And go get you some millions