Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gas Money, artist - Yung Gravy. Album song Gasanova, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Gas Money |
| Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in yo ass money |
| I whip a Tesla, still got gas money |
| I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me |
| You could get your face smacked if you act funny |
| Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money |
| I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money |
| Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money |
| Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money (Ayy, woo, ayy) |
| I think I’m Jack-in-the-Box 'cause I stay up in them buns |
| And your ex got that box, rated E for everyone |
| Ooh, damn girl, that’s nasty |
| I hit the spin move when she tried to harass me |
| Tryna live but I’m dodgin' these thots |
| To the right and the left, like I’m playin' Hopscotch |
| And I’m countin' my bread up, nonstop |
| Gas money, fuck a stopwatch, shit don’t ever stop |
| Fuck a P.O., fuck a piss test |
| Y’all racists, stay lovin' incest (Fuckin' pussies) |
| Drive-by, get sprayed with the Windex |
| 'Cause y’all nasty, boofin' them cigarettes (Woo, ayy) |
| And it’s Gravy, eternally talkin' my shit |
| Your girl eternally jockin' my dick |
| And I could die today (Ayy, ayy) |
| But my gang’ll stay eternally paid (Ooh, yeah) |
| They’ll be countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money |
| I whip a Tesla, still got gas money |
| I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me |
| You could get your face smacked if you act funny |
| Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money |
| I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money |
| Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money |
| Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money |
| I hit the pick-six straight into the endzone (Yeah, yeah) |
| Make your bitch flip, now you in the friendzone (Friendzone) |
| Backshots, then she let me drive the Benz home |
| Hit Atlanta and I’m sellin' out the Benz dome (Ayy, ayy) |
| That’s a quickie bag, cop a Jag', Gucci backpack |
| I’ma flip it fast in the cash like it’s Blackjack |
| I’m the Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. from the Rat Pack |
| Gravy fuck your bitch and disappear like I’m a Snapchat |
| That’s that gas money |
| Bitch, I deserve a plaque, money, mm |
| Daddy flapjacks, how I stack money, ayy |
| Countin' up that cash money, fast money, all up in your ass money |
| I whip a Tesla, still got gas money |
| I ain’t a bitch, yessir, I keep cash on me |
| You could get your face smacked if you act funny |
| Cash money, fast money, I evade tax money |
| I got dough, bitch, you broke like some glass money |
| Racked up, I’m the young Johnny Cash, money |
| Make gas, motherfucker, that’s gas money |