Gunna - At the Hotel lyrics

[Intro: Gunna] Play Makers Yeah Turn up Run that back Turbo [Chorus: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert] 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) [Verse 1: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert] Can't f** with you, Petty LaBelle (lil Petty) Me and my brother like Kenan and Kel (Kenan and Kel) Seen the rest of my n***as in jail (jail) Lot of smoke when that Demon fishtail (yeah it smoke) n***as hoes and they startin' to reveal (n***as hoes) Damn I hope he don't tell He solid, I'm paying his bail Ain't no fake sh**, 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 nails 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 f** 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 stamped me a bigger amount Had to show you what Gunna be 'bout (Yeah), yeah, I did this sh** with no bouts I let your b**h whip it round f**ing her a** 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 [Chorus: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert] 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) [Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert] Got big guns like Will Don't make me want k** f** 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 b**hes 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 helmet Took me one whole day to fly that b**h and she Australian What's her name, don't look like a snitch so I ain't with the tellin Yeah yeah [Chorus: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert] 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) [Verse 3: Young Jordan] 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 n***a ain't felt them Woah, yeah FN is light as a feather Hit him two times, Raymond Felton We still in the race for the cheddar Woah, yeah, 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) [Chorus: Gunna & Lil Uzi Vert] 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) [Outro: Young Jordan] Woah, slatt