Gelato, Pt. 2 ft. MoneyTeamJ Lyrics

Gelato in the blunt now I got some runtz in it

I would rather stack some dough , then fuck with dumb bitches

I been counting so much bread that its got my thumbs itching

If you really wanna know I used to have to scrub dishes

Fell in love with the paper prolly why I don't love bitches

Seen ya pockets full and now we tryna see wasp with ya

Pop a couple bottles now we tryna sip some Bub with ya

What up Reesey Money Im just tryna leave this club with ya

In this booth tell truth and I stand on it

Bitch I'm hot pick a spot and I'll land on it

Spitting heat when I speak I'm the man homie

You ain't him and its a sin unless you break a band on it

I ain't in a Cadillac but this can escalade

I could always hand it back because I'm extra paid

Living legend rollercoaster cuz my life is just an escapade

You can die tomorrow what's the point of living yesterday

Shoutout to them jump outs they them nasty folks

I don't do them hand outs so don't ask for some

Go and get a job yea Im walking right passed the bum

Dirty ass dude feeling like I need a mask or some

Roll another joint I just the lighter now

Used to have a leash but I can never even find it now

Take a couple puffs now I'm faded and I'm signing out

Paranoia started kicking, I'm worried if they finding out

Ahh ah Think my time is now

Pull-up to the jeweler he know I want diamonds now

High as fuck in school like the fuck am I writing down

Double down and take a round trip to the Eiffel Tower

All white it's a dogfight when it's on sight

Look up in the roof and you see them fucking star lights

Hanging with them groupies keep that shit to the far right

Keep that shit to the far right

Runts in the blunt you can never smoke with me

Call my shot like I'm steph this shit hold a whole fifty

Sipping on some ye come and make a toast with me

Going MIA you can't make no posts with me

Now I'm back in this bitch

This the nine not the fifth

She acting hella ratchet ima backhand this bitch

Know he poppin pills when I start to see him itch

If I ain't making money then Im start to feeling sick

Had to say this shit up on the mic, get it off my chest

All these other people think they different but they like the rest

Shit too easy like a shot that you can't contest

Working 12 hours so I had to give my eyes a rest

Pourin purple wock drop the top sipping potion

You ain't MoneyTeam, they ain't got no motion

Looking at my life beat the odds I don't show emotion

Crashed the car he ain't got no bars said the whip was stolen