Gelato Lyrics - Young Dolph

I got gelato in the air 

I got money everywhere 

This bitch blowing up my cell' 

Broke her heart and I don't care 

I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear 

Bales of kush that's all I sell 

I fuck bitches by the pair 

They say he ain't playing fair 

That boy that be fresh as hell 

All this fucking ice all on me that bitch 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 

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Smoking on some shit 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 bitches and some molly want a beef and I don't squash it 

Old rapper from the other side of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig 

In the club standing on top of shit and smoking gelato 

Pouring up activis giving bitches 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 

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I got gelato in the air 

I got money everywhere 

This bitch blowing up my cell' 

Broke her heart and I don't care 

I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear 

Bells of kush that's all I sell 

I fuck bitches by the pair 

They say he ain't playing fair 

That boy that be fresh as hell 

All this fucking ice all on me that bitch 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 bitch 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 nigga 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 bitch blowing up my cell' 

Broke her heart and I don't care 

I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their underwear 

Bells of kush that's all I sell 

I fuck bitches by the pair 

They say he ain't playing fair 

That boy that be fresh as hell 

All this fucking ice all on me that bitch 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