Lyrics Gas - Gas

Gas

La Vida Loca, La Vida Loca
Pass the cola, Issa rollercoaster
Roll up in my new Bugatti
Chilling with my nigga in my nikka
My butt getting bigger
Where the money exchange lady?
Issa pounds to dollars
I don’t drive so I hired a driver
Pulled up, strolled up
Link up, call my line
If you don’t have my line, you not in line
No fake shit, no make believe
In the club, in the VIP
We don’t do mediocre, bottles popping
Ass throwing, Legs spreading
What’s next?
Twerking on my nigga
Issa rollercoaster
La Vida Loca, La Vida Loca
Pass the cola, Issa rollercoaster
More bottles, my nigga we blessed
No fake shit, no make believe
We do this shit for real yeah
Roll up in my new Bugatti yeah with my nigga in my nikka
My butt getting bigger
Where the money exchange lady?
Issa pounds to dollars
I don’t drive so I hired a driver
Pulled up, strolled up
Link up, call my line if you don’t have my line you are not in line
No fake shit
No make believe
In the club, in the VIP
We don’t do no mediocre
Bottles popping, ass throwing
Legs spreading
Damn what’s next?
Twerking on my nigga
La Vida Loca, La Vida Loca
Pass the cola, Issa rollercoaster
La Vida Loca
The lady sitting beside me so tensed
Her nigga caught in suspense
He’s an onlooker damn
Looking at how ah my ass looksa
La Vida Loca, La Vida Loca
Pass the cola
Issa rollercoaster
More blessings, my nigga
No fake shit, no make believe
We do this shit for real
Pass the cola, Issa rollercoaster
La Vida Loca, La Vida Loca
Where the money exchange lady?
pounds to dollars yeah
I don’t drive, so I hired a driver
Pulled up, strolled up
Link up, Call my line yeah
No fake shit, no make believe
In da club
La Vida Loca, La Vida Loca
La Vida Loca, Issa rollercoaster