เนื้อเพลง Gelato - Young Dolph

I got Gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This b*tch blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty b*tches walking 'round in their underwear
Bells of kush that's all I sell
I f*ck b*tches by the pearl
They say he ain't playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this f*cking ice all on me that b*tch couldn't do none' 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

Smoking on some sh*t that you can't get inside my 'rari
With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he rich and retarded
Sitting at the house and that just turned into a party
Got some b*tches and some molly want a beef and I don't squash it
Old rapper from the other side of town was hating so I f*cked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig
In the club standing on top of sh*t and smoking gelato
Pouring up activist giving b*tches gold bottles
Got a lot of scales, a lot of work
Lot of chains on, no shirt
I've been counting too much paper it got my hands hurt
I'm in the backseat laughing at the haters close the curtains

I got gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This b*tch blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty b*tches walking 'round in their underwear
Bells of kush that's all I sell
I f*ck b*tches by the pearl
They say he ain't playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this f*cking ice all on me that b*tch couldn't do none' 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

I just left the bank, I do what you can't
I just drunk a paint, you should be ashamed
Your b*tch gave me brain, in eternally
Heard you got a hit on me homie I hope they've got a good aim
I got on six chains, three big diamond rings
Trap n*gga with a hundred mill later I'll still be the same
All I do is smoke weed, I'm covered up with double G's
The same room sold a hundred P's and had a threesome at the double G

I got gelato in the air
I got money everywhere
This b*tch blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty b*tches walking 'round in their underwear
Bells of kush that's all I sell
I f*ck b*tches by the pearl
They say he ain't playing fair
That boy that be fresh as hell
All this f*cking ice all on me that b*tch couldn't do none' 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