Young Dolph - Gelato lyrics

Okay (Izze The Producer) uh
I'm real and you fake, hah
I'm the same nigga used to
Front your big brother
I'm the same nigga, first time
You ever seen me, i was in a coupe
(Honorary Member)

I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got money everywhere (Everywhere)
This bitch blowing up my cell (Brrt)
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walkin'
'round in they underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell (Ayy)
I fuck bitches by the pair
They say, "He ain't playing fair
That boy there be fresh as hell"
All this fuckin' ice all on me
That bitch 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)

Smokin' on some shit 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 bitches 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 fucked his baby mama
Now he sick (Hah) , you dig?
In the club standin' on top
Of shit and smokin' Gelato (Hey)
Pourin' up Actavis
Givin' bitches 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)

I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got money everywhere (Everywhere)
This bitch blowing up my cell (Brrt)
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walkin'
'round in they underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell (Ayy)
I fuck bitches by the pair
They say, "He ain't playing fair
That boy there be fresh as hell"
All this fuckin' ice all on me
That bitch 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)

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 bitch gave me brain
(Where?) , in the turning lane (Uh)
Heard you got a hit on me
I hope they got a good aim (Pussy)
I got on six chains
(Woah) , three big diamond rings (Woah)
Trap nigga 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

I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got money everywhere (Everywhere)
This bitch blowing up my cell (Brrt)
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walkin'
'round in they underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell (Ayy)
I fuck bitches by the pair
They say, "He ain't playing fair
That boy there be fresh as hell"
All this fuckin' ice all on me
That bitch 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)

Haha ayy
Ayy, I remember my plug asked me, man
"How you get all this motherfuckin' money
Young nigga?" i said, "That's how it is when
You the king of your city, man"
Yeah haha
King shit gelato