Gelato (Explicit) - Young Dolph

I got gelato in the air

I got money everywhere

This b**ch blowing up my cell

Broke her heart and I don't care

I got pretty b**ches walking 'round in their underwear

Bales of kush that's all I sell

I f**k b**ches by the pair

They say he ain't playing fair

That boy that be fresh as hell

All this f**king ice all on me that b**ch 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**ches 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**ked his baby mama now he sick you dig

In the club standing on top of sh*t and smoking gelato

Pouring up activis giving b**ches 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 hurtin'

I'm in the backseat laughing at the haters close the curtains

I got gelato in the air

I got money everywhere

This b**ch blowing up my cell

Broke her heart and I don't care

I got pretty b**ches walking 'round in their underwear

Bells of kush that's all I sell

I f**k b**ches by the pair

They say he ain't playing fair

That boy that be fresh as hell

All this f**king ice all on me that b**ch 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**ch gave me brain in the turning lane

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 ni**a with a hundred mill later I'll still be the same

All I do is smoke w**d 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**ch blowing up my cell

Broke her heart and I don't care

I got pretty b**ches walking 'round in their underwear

Bells of kush that's all I sell

I f**k b**ches by the pair

They say he ain't playing fair

That boy that be fresh as hell

All this f**king ice all on me that b**ch 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