Izze The Producer - Gelato lyrics

[Hook] I got gelato in the air I got money everywhere This b**h blowing up my cell' Broke her heart and I don't care I got pretty b**hes walking ‘round in their underwear Bells of kush that's all I sell I f** b**hes by the pair They say he ain't playing fair That boy that be fresh as hell All this f**ing ice all on me that b**h 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 [Verse 1] Smoking on some sh** 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 b**hes and some molly want a beef and I don't squash it Old rapper from the other side of town was hating so I f**ed his baby mama now he sick, ya dig In the club standing on top of sh** and smoking gelato Pouring up activis giving b**hes 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 [Hook] I got gelato in the air I got money everywhere This b**h blowing up my cell' Broke her heart and I don't care I got pretty b**hes walking ‘round in their underwear Bells of kush that's all I sell I f** b**hes by the pair They say he ain't playing fair That boy that be fresh as hell All this f**ing ice all on me that b**h 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 [Verse 2] I just left the bank, I do what you can't I just drunk a paint, you should be ashamed Your b**h 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 n***a 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 [Hook] I got gelato in the air I got money everywhere This b**h blowing up my cell' Broke her heart and I don't care I got pretty b**hes walking ‘round in their underwear Bells of kush that's all I sell I f** b**hes by the pair They say he ain't playing fair That boy that be fresh as hell All this f**ing ice all on me that b**h 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