Young Thug, Young Dolph - Guapo lyrics

(Trap House on the track) yeah
Slatt, Jeffery (Alright)

All this money on me
Bitches wanna fuck on me
And that's how it's 'sposed to be
Million dollars callin' me
I just fucked her one time
Why she foulin' me?
Why these pussy niggas hatin'?
Why they wanna foul me?

What you doin'? Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And they ain't got no dollars

Back and forth outer space like a cadet
Keep her away from me
She said I'm makin' her wet
Rockin' out my shows act
Like I'm Funkmaster Flex
Stuff it in my clothes
Then I stuff in her next (Jeffery)
Found my tempo, stuff me some VVs on his neck
(yeah) found my tempo, put a Patek on my DJ
(Who wanna DJ?) fuck is a nigga doin'?
(Doin') He fuckin' 'round and
Die next (Die next) geeked out on the syrup
Mixin' Ac' with High Tech like Ostriches
I'm geeked up autobiography
Nutted in her face, I don't do no marrying
(Uh, uh)
I just got a mink out the safari, yeah
(Woohoo) i can't do no friend
I almost liked the bitch (Almost liked her)
I prepare for shootouts like Stojaković
Money, diamonds and pearls
I got a lot of shit (Money and the pearls)
We couldn't afford no meat and
Now we sloppy rich
(Sloppy joe and some more)

All this money on me
Bitches wanna fuck on me
And that's how it's 'sposed to be
Million dollars callin' me
I just fucked her one time
Why she foulin' me?
Why these pussy niggas hatin'?
Why they wanna foul me?

What you doin'? Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And they ain't got no dollars

I just pulled up in some shit
That I can't even spell smoked a blunt
Walked in Grandma house and she
Asked me "What's that smell?" (I don't know)
My bankroll overweight, don't stand
Next to me, your pockets too frail
(Watch out) my crib too mothafuckin' big
I don't never go upstairs (Damn)
I told that bitch she can't
Get this dick 'less
She bring a couple of friends with her
Young nigga ballin', yeah, every
Day my birthday, uh, every day Christmas
Every day lit
(Lit) , I'm young and I'm rich (Woah)
Your baby momma my size, bitch
Ran them millions up, now they pissed (Ayy)
I got extra cake on my plate (yeah)
I leave 'em no choice but to hate (For real)
If I shitted on you, my mistake (My bad)
I'm sippin' Activity, mane (Raw)
It got me movin' 'round in slow-mo (Mo)
But I count that money real fast though
My new bitch ain't shit like my last ho
Bitch, I gave my momma somethin' to brag for

All this money on me (What?)
Bitches wanna fuck on me
And that's how it's 'sposed to be
Million dollars callin' me (A million)
I just fucked her one time
(Once) , why she foulin' me? (Uh)
Why these pussy niggas hatin'? (Uh)
Why they wanna foul me? (Uh)

What you doin'? Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And they ain't got no dollars