Gwola

[Intro] I'm bout that Gwola I'm bout that Gwola I'm bout that Gwola Errybody in the streets they know [Verse 1: Honey Cocaine] Bitch I'm bout that Gwola Honey got green like papa Rack City spend dollars All you hoes weak Got you shopping at Chanel and Prada Make it all disappear like tada Oo-wee hit the club its a movie Your boyfriend stay acting like a groupie Your level one I call him papa girl You a bum bitch so if he broke tell him pava Hasta, La vista baby I'm ballin' You still in the bleachers baby Be a boss ass bitch I'll teach ya baby Yes Queen Honey C nice to meet ya baby Uh, eat good turkey, shrimp, and pasta I'm addicted to the money, it can not stop Stunt hard and it kills y'all Gwola Gwola, dollar dollar bills y'all [Pre-Chorus: Honey Cocaine] Get dollars, Get Get Dollars I ain't fuckin' with it if it ain't bout Gwola Get dollars, Get Get Dollars I ain't fuckin' with it if it ain't bout Gwola [Chorus: Honey Cocaine] I don't know about these hoes I get money, you broke Ball out there with it I go Errybody in the streets they know (I'm bout that Gwola Bitch I'm bout that Gwola All about that Gwola) (I'm bout that Gwola Bitch I'm bout that Gwola All about that Gwola) [Honey Cocaine & Kid Ink] Im bout that Gwola Im bout that Gwola [Verse 2: Kid Ink] I'm bout that Gwola Hoes get nada Whole team meeting, got cheese enchiladas Money talk Ebonics No stress no sweat, like a muhfuckin sauna I know you saw us In the club more shots than a sawed off Ain't nothing in the closet, knock off Knock knock who there get ya girl dawg We on, Live in Toronto Roll up smoke a O in the West Coast Cali Move from the hood to the valley Par 3 backyard don't act caddy [Pre-Chorus: Honey Cocaine] Get dollars, Get Get Dollars I ain't fuckin' with it if it ain't bout Gwola Get dollars, Get Get Dollars I ain't fuckin' with it if it ain't bout Gwola [Chorus: Honey Cocaine] I don't know about these hoes I get money, you broke Ball out there with it I go Errybody in the streets they know (I'm bout that Gwola Bitch I'm bout that Gwola All about that Gwola) (I'm bout that Gwola Bitch I'm bout that Gwola All about that Gwola) [Honey Cocaine] Im bout that Gwola Im bout that Gwola [Maino] Yea What up Honey They know [Verse 3: Maino] I'm bout that Gwola Talk money talk dollars Snapback pair of Mark Jacob visors Ya girl see me then she vanish like walah Treat these boys like sons I'm ya Fasha They know, They know when I came through Chicks knew and they go Maino Then I get my wild on Style on, spending thousands In the club with a crown on And not even my king ways Black ray, 5 king play Roll with a king baby Oh even if they hate me Real niggas shine greatly Shirt smelling like cocaine Honey bout blew I don't know about these hoes Money falling out my clothes You know what I'll holla Everything bout my dollars All day about my Gwola [Pre-Chorus: Honey Cocaine] Get dollars, Get Get Dollars I ain't fuckin' with it if it ain't bout Gwola Get dollars, Get Get Dollars I ain't fuckin' with it if it ain't bout Gwola [Chorus: Honey Cocaine] I don't know about these hoes I get money, you broke Ball out there with it I go Errybody in the streets they know (I'm bout that Gwola Bitch I'm bout that Gwola All about that Gwola) (I'm bout that Gwola Bitch I'm bout that Gwola All about that Gwola) [Outro: Honey Cocaine] Im bout that Gwola Im bout that Gwola Errybody in the streets they know