At The Hotel Lyrics - Gunna

Playmakers 

Yeah 

Turn up 

Run that back Turbo 

Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel) 

I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail) 

New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh) 

Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail) 

This ship ain't going on sale (on sale) 

Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale) 

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Can't fuck with you, Petty LaBelle (lil Petty) 

Me and my brother like Kenan and Kel (Kenan and Kel) 

Seen the rest of my niggas in jail (jail) 

Lot of smoke when that Demon fishtail (yeah it smoke) 

Niggas hoes and they startin' to reveal (niggas hoes) 

Damn I hope he don't tell 

He solid, I'm paying his bail 

Ain't no fake shit, we keepin' it real 

I keep me a hammer, no nails 

Moved out the condo to L 

Shootout like Rondo, the opps 

The codeine dissolving these pills 

Gucci drip down to my socks 

Drove the Hellcat out of here 

Wintertime, mink or the fox 

New wrist, she milly my watch (milly my watch) 

(Yeah), yeah, if we slime then I'm slimin' you out 

And there's too many thots in the house 

I can't fuck then I'm kicking you out 

I still mention my bag with a pouch 

I'm a young gangster mixed with a scout 

I just stacked me a bigger amount 

Had to show you what Gunna be 'bout 

(Yeah), yeah, I did this shit with no bouts 

I let your bitch whip it round 

Fucking her ass and her mouth 

Glad that I came out the South 

Made it through hate and the doubt 

Drippin', it gave me some clout 

Take a G5 through the clouds 

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Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel) 

I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail) 

New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh) 

Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail) 

This ship ain't going on sale (on sale) 

Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale) 

Woah! Slatt 

Got big guns like Will 

Don't make me want kill 

Fuck her, I don't bill 

Woah, yeah, all-white gold no steel 

Rose gold link on chill 

My diamonds they teal 

They hit white, in the light, and at night can't tell 

You know that my name it ring bells 

You know I'm hot like a lie bell 

I put my dick in your female 

No pasta but makin' me shells 

The Lambo, I need a seatbelt 

Two-hundred my dash, you could tell 

You racin' but chasin' a tail 

I drop my top like it's Montel 

You know Gunna double-C, Chanel 

No Jordan hide behind spell 

You know forty with the hollow shell 

With that smell baby, YSL 

Ooh mister, uh, slimy like a snail, yeah 

These diamonds on my wrist, them bitches wet just like a whale 

My new crib so big, yeah my backyard it got a trail 

You know my swag is so clean, got green, I'm talking kale 

Clip long like a unibrow, so my Glock it name Helga 

Took me one whole day to fly that bitch and she Australian 

What's her name, don't look like a snitch so I ain't with the tellin 

Yeah yeah 

Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel) 

I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail) 

New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh) 

Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail) 

This ship ain't going on sale (on sale) 

Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale) 

Woah, yeah, we just been living it better 

YSL, we want the smoke, that's forever 

Feel like a mice on the race to the cheddar 

In the penthouse, we came straight out the shelter 

Yeah we came straight out the shelter 

Woah, yeah, I got a bro, they'll melt you 

You got the cards that they dealt you 

They mad a nigga ain't felt them 

Woah, yeah, woah FN is light as a feather 

Hit him two times, Raymond Felton 

We still in the race for the cheddar 

Woah, yeah, woah, Gunna Gunna in the Tesla (swerve) 

Doors up like a feather 

Models pullin' in every time that we let 'em (yeah) 

Woah, yeah, slimy slimy, yeah we slimes (slatt) 

AP Hublot for the time (slatt) 

So a ho can't waste my time (no) 

Baby VV's cost a dime (dime) 

Streets heating up, 

me and Gunna got the iron (press 'em, press 'em, press 'em) 

Yeah, yeah, hundred hoes at the hotel (hotel) 

I got to win, I can't fail (can't fail) 

New foreign, not the Chevelle (not the Chevelle, hah, huh) 

Yeah, yeah, I got my drip out the mail (drip out the mail) 

This ship ain't going on sale (on sale) 

Bangin' my gang 'til I'm pale ('til I'm pale) 

Woah, slatt