Song The Money Go Where I Go Smoking On Gelato Lyrics

The Money Go Where I Go Smoking On Gelato Lyrics

[Intro]

Ooh, yeah

MONY POWR RSPT, n

It’s a money set, you know what I’m saying?

Everybody getting money, n (D-D-Danny Wolf)

Yeah, Pablo Juan

[Chorus]

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, potholes

Bad b , she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon’ bust it

She thick as f , I’m lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em

f that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smoking, it’s fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jumped out the ‘Bach

Bad b and her as fat

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 1]

Car got gadgets, my b got as

Expensive glasses like I’m teaching class

Too fresh to take out the trash

Fresh to death, where is my casket?

I always stay with assassins

I’m always late with the fashion

Teacher gave me an F, that’s fantastic

VS diamonds on me, look how they flashing

Rocking Saint Laurent, I guess I be dabbing

I got the Louis V, Supreme collabbing

Bought a mansion way away like a cabin

Taking off my swag, I feel like your daddy

You a beggar, I’m a hustler

I’m the dealer, you the customer

Ketchup, little n , I’m mustard

Smoking the Backwoods, they coming from Russia

I ain’t never really trust you

Knew I should’ve never trust you

You ain’t real, you a busta

These n always sus

These n start snitching for nothing

These n wanna live by the gun

Guess what? You gon’ get what you want

El Patrón, n , I want a ton

[Chorus]

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, potholes

Bad b, she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon’ bust it

She thick as f , I’m lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em

f that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smoking, it’s fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jumped out the ‘Bach

Bad b and her as fat

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that

[Verse 2]

Pull up on you, just send me the Addy

Bad b call me daddy

Xan, Perc, and a Addy

I really wanna f a Kardashian

I like a freaky b that’s gon’ suck it

I just be kicking s like it was rugby

Hell no, baby, don’t call me hubby

f you thought, baby? We was just f

Ooh, I’m back to the trap and I’m serving that

I done got me a sack like a running back

Two pints of Hi-Tech and a eighth of Act

I’ma f on your b , I’ma break her back

I’ma f on your b , I’ma give her back

I got two b playing Pitty Pat

I just do it like the Nike check

My neck froze, got a ice attack

[Chorus]

The money go where I go

Smoking on gelato

Foreign car swerving, potholes

Bad b , she from Chicago

She freaky, she gon’ bust it

She thick as f , I’m lusting

I got her from my cousin

So what? ‘Cause we don’t love ’em

f that, I wanna hit from the back

Backwoods smoking, it’s fat

Dressing like I got a sack

I pull up, jumped out the ‘Bach

Bad b and her as fat

Four-door Coupe, it got a hatch

On the Xans, I might crash that