Gina! (August Alsina) REASON

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Hopped out diva, head like Gina, mix Margarita, yeah, yeah
Check like FEMA, whip John Cena, white lil' creeper, yeah, yeah
Hot like fever, fuckin' on cougar like August Alsina
Young rich nigga stand tall, I'm a leader
Hit right, spot now she yellin' out, "Eureka"

[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, haunted while I drive, I think this bitch a ghost
Yeah, fuck her 'til she cry, I like my chickens soaked
Yeah, blow a bag, I can't have my bitches broke
Gettin' head while I drive, I love my bitch for sure, yeah

[Verse 1]
Kicked in the gates
She don't even like a nigga but the money long, so she slid for the bait
Know the ass real, you can tell by the waist
Headed to the wealth, I ain't even gotta chase
Headed where I'm headed, I ain't even gotta fake
Vacay home with the view, got a lake
Tyron Woodley, we was runnin' from jakes
Glowed up ballin', I can't call it
Came through early, y'all still yawnin'
Wrist in the dark but the lights keep glowin'
Will I be rich? Bitch, is ice still frozen?
Kites still flyin'? Mike still Jordan?
Money keep comin', money counter keep countin'
I can tell them niggas fraud
Came from the ghetto, bitch
Blewed up here, we livin' large