Gelato Young Dolph

[Intro]
Okay (Izze The Producer)
Uh
I'm real and you fake, hah
I'm the same nigga used to front your big brother
I'm the same nigga, first time you ever seen me, I was in a coupe (Honorary Member)

[Chorus]
I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got money everywhere (Everywhere)
This bitch blowing up my cell (Brrt)
Broke her heart and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walkin' 'round in they underwear
Bales of kush, that's all I sell (Ayy)
I fuck bitches by the pair
They say, "He ain't playing fair
That boy there be fresh as hell"
All this fuckin' ice all on me, that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare
I got Gelato in the air (Ayy)
I got pistols everywhere (Ayy)
They say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to Hell (Bah)

[Verse 1]
Smokin' on some shit that you can't get inside my 'Rari
With a Barbie, yeah, he young, and he rich, and retarded (It's Dolph)
Sittin' at the house and I just turned it to a party
Got some bitches and some molly, when I'm beefin', I don't squash it (It's Dolph)
Old rapper from the other side of town was hatin', so I fucked his baby mama, now he sick (Hah), you dig?
In the club standin' on top of shit and smokin' Gelato (Hey)
Pourin' up Actavis, givin' bitches gold bottles
Got a lot of scales (Ayy, weigh that up), a lot of work (Yeah)
Lot of chains on (Dope boy), no shirt (Ayy)
Ayy, I've been countin' too much paper, it got my hands hurtin' (Hey, hey)
I'm in the backseat laughin' at the haters, close the curtains (Hah)