Guala (feat. Thirty Rack)

G-Eazy

I like the guala guala part Ayy, see, yeah, you hear them diamonds bitch (Yeah) You hear them diamonds bitch I’m, I’m worth, I’m worth forty five million (Yeah) Me and G together, we’re worth three hundred million He got more money than me ’cause he’s white Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahh Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woahhh Your bitch is cashin’ And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala Guala guala, guala guala Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah Guala guala, yeah Me and Carnage Guala guala, yeah Guala, guala, guala guala I’m livin’ like it’s no tomorrow Don’t loan my style, won’t let you borrow You thirsty, have a glass of water I’m killing these beats, there’ll be more dead I put my dick on her forehead Less conversation and more head Emergency, this is a code red Guala, guala, guala guala She said her name but I forgot it I seen it, liked it, so I copped it If you ain’t talkin’ money, change the topic Afterparty in the hills She want Vodka and pills She so numb she don’t feel Always stay active, we stay in the field Man, god damn it’s too real Crazy, Amityville
Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah Your bitch is cashin’ And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala Guala guala, guala guala Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah (Thirty Rack, Thirty Rack homie) Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah Guala guala on my dick Guala guala on your bitch, bitch Guala guala on my wrist Diamonds lookin’ like piss Forty hoes on my dick, huh Fifty hoes on my dick, woah Sixty hoes on my dick, woah God damn, a nigga rich, bing Bitch Cuban, she don’t talk a lot All she knows is to fuck a lot She break it down for a nigga She shoot a nigga if you talk a lot ‘Cause I’m bad to the bone All diamonds, straight froze If you fuck with my nigga I’mma have to let it go Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah Your bitch is cashin’ And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala Guala guala, guala guala Guala guala, yeah guala guala, yeah Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah Me and Carnage, we don’t lose I don’t chase, I go choose I drink water, I drink booze Fresh clothes, new shoes Aw this shit is Get money out a bitch is my J-O-B I just smoke, drink, stay lowkey God damn these bitches stay on G I’m baffled the fuck boy that hate on me I give the game that they don’t see If they know me, they don’t pay no fee I’m the weather channel man at KOD It’s lit like a matchbook If she .. with an And if I take her out in front of you She comin’, she don’t come with you Mmm, that’s a bad look Yeah, yeah, I’m gassin’, woah You ain’t ’bout that action, no, woah Yeah, yeah I’m ‘laxin’, woah Your bitch is cashin’ Ayy look, I don’t care what anybody tells you about money I hear all these guys saying, man, money don’t matter If you follow the money, if you just work for money Oh my god, you’re going to fail Let me tell you something Go get that money Go chase that money Hahahaa And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala And she want the guala guala And she like the guala guala Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah Guala guala, yeah, guala guala, yeah
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