Rich Homie Quan - Gym lyrics

Gucci got it going on, bout to roll one a mile long Walking through Hell with gasoline drawers on n***as saying the 'wop falling off, they got me all wrong Bullsh** on top of bullsh**, it get piled on I'm a OG, you better get your child, take your child home You'll be long gone, all gone, no one to call on Big diamonds on my bezel, damn near bigger than rhinestones GuWop, 1017, 'nother milestone! (Hello, hello, hello, I'm painting everything red, no more yellow I'm pulling double headers, wish I never met her Rihanna, Umbrella, Gucci, [?], I'm like "f** a Cinderella") Puchanella, Puchanella wearing cashmere sweater This year I'm doing better so my paint mo' wetter And she can't trick you less you let her, my Jordans patent leather I want your b**h, I go get her, smashed her, now can't get rid her Puchanella, Puchanella, give me that p**y, don't let up I chase that paper, don't let up Kiss that little girl one time, then I'll never let her let up Kiss that little baby one f**ing time, then I'll never let up 100k spent on my rings, 100k spent on my jeans 100k spent on my..., 100k, throwed on her spleen 100k, f**ed all her team, 100k spent on her... 100k spray through my team, we chase paper, Charlie Sheen I guess them bezzie, my wife, done slaughtered them I'm not Casino but I just be k**ing it, k**ing it, k**ing it The b**h say she wanna f** on Young Thug because he the real-i-est Ah! b**h, I'm attending the party, these n***as are jeal-i-ous I done po'd a eight inside a fo', I'm po'd (slow up) I done spent my last thousand with mojo I'm so easy to rob, I'm always at the store I could treat her like cray cause I keep big ol' bowls Ah, she got that "come back", she got that "hum-tam" She got that Bill Clinton, she got that YSL She got that "sk