Rich Homie Quan - Gym lyrics

Gucci got it going on
Bout to roll one a mile long

Walking through Hell with gasoline drawers on

Niggas saying the 'wop falling off
They got me all wrong

Bullshit on top of bullshit, it get piled on

I'm a OG, you better get your child
Take your child home

You'll be long gone, all gone
No one to call on

Big diamonds on my bezel
Damn near bigger than rhinestones

GuWop, 1017, 'nother milestone!

(Hello, hello, hello, I'm
Painting everything red, no more yellow

I'm pulling double headers
Wish I never met her

Rihanna, Umbrella, Gucci,
I'm like "fuck a Cinderella")

Puchanella, Puchanella wearing
Cashmere sweater

This year I'm doing better so
My paint mo' wetter

And she can't trick you less you let her
My Jordans patent leather

I want your bitch, I go get her, smashed her
Now can't get rid her

Puchanella, Puchanella, give me that pussy
Don't let up

I chase that paper, don't let up
Kiss that little girl one time
Then I'll never let her let up

Kiss that little baby one fucking time
Then I'll never let up

100k spent on my rings
100k spent on my jeans

100k spent on my, 100k, throwed on her spleen

100k, fucked all her team, 100k spent on her

100k spray through my team, we chase paper
Charlie Sheen

I guess them bezzie, my wife
Done slaughtered them

I'm not Casino but I just
Be killing it, killing it, killing it

The bitch say she wanna fuck on
Young Thug because he the real-i-est

Ah! Bitch, I'm attending the party
These niggas are jeal-i-ous

I done po'd a eight inside a fo', I'm po'd
(slow up)

I done spent my last thousand with mojo

I'm so easy to rob, I'm always at the store

I could treat her like cray cause
I keep big ol' bowls

Ah, she got that "come back"
She got that "hum tam"

She got that Bill Clinton, she got that YSL

She got that "sk