Gelato - 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

Bells of kush that’s all I sell

I fuck bitches by the pearl

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

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 activist 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 hurt

I’m in the backseat laughing at the haters close the curtains

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 pearl

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 eternally

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 pearl

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