制作
出演艺人
Young Dolph
声乐
Izze The Producer
编程
作曲和作词
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
词曲作者
Joshua Cross
词曲作者
Quincy Lamont Williams
词曲作者
制作和工程
Izze The Producer
制作人
歌词
[Verse 1]
I got Gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowin' up my cell
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walkin' 'round in their underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pair
[Verse 2]
They say he ain't playin' 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
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to Hell
[Verse 3]
Smokin' on some shit that you can't get inside my 'Rarri
With a Barbie, yeah, he young and he rich and retarded
Sittin' at the house and that just turned into a party
Got some bitches and some molly, when I'm beefin', I don't squash it
[Verse 4]
Old rapper from the other side of town was hatin'
So I fucked his baby mama, now he sick, you dig?
In the club, standin' on top of shit and smokin' Gelato
Pourin' up Actavis, givin' bitches gold bottles
[Verse 5]
Got a lot scales
A lotta work
A lotta chains on
No shirt
Aye, I've been countin' too much paper, it got my hands hurtin'
I'm in the backseat laughin' at the haters, close the curtains
[Verse 6]
I got Gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowin' up my cell
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walkin' 'round in their underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pair
[Verse 7]
They say he ain't playin' 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
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to Hell
[Verse 8]
I just left the bank
I do what you can't
I just drunk a pint
You should be ashamed
Your bitch gave me brain
In a turning lane
Heard you got a hit on me
I hope they've got a good aim, pussy
[Verse 9]
I got on six chains
Three big diamond rings
Trap **** with a hunnid mill
Later, I'll still be the same, hey
[Verse 10]
All I do is smoke weed
I'm covered up with double Gs
Same room sold a hunnid Ps
And had a threesome at the Double Tree
[Verse 11]
I got Gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This bitch blowin' up my cell
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walkin' 'round in their underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the pair
[Verse 12]
They say he ain't playin' 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
I got pistols everywhere
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to Hell
Written by: Adolph Thornton, Jr., Izell Staton
