Gustavo

[Intro] Griselda by Fashion Rebels [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, word to the tiger on my Kenzo Extendo gats hangin' out the Benzo (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot) Christian Dada jumpsuit proper though The bitch stepped on my feelings, I should've shot the ho So much money came, I got scared You ain't talking code no more, shit got weird My homie laughed when he got six hundred months He ain't care, he ran the yard from a bottom bunk Wang draped over the pump, what's for lunch? Mikimotos and Sotto Sotto Twenty-three, you want Lord's Ford loafers hangin' off the boat Imagine them fiend faces when they got soap You could talk fly if you want, but I'm the G.O.A.T.  Season 1 Yeezy on the ropes M1 fully loaded, I'm 'bout to rain on 'em (Brrt) Needles still hanging out the veins on 'em [Chorus: Westside Gunn] Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, bought moms a new stove, Lord, I killed that shit Turned one to three, Lord, I killed that flip Spinning new revolvers Prada trunks, Malibu waters Pile drive the brick, Jerry King Lawler Pulled up on the curb, no top on it (Skrrt) I don't care what block you reppin', you gettin' shot on it I'm a man of my word Hit him from up the block, I was lucky as shit (Brrt) Bust the duct tape, the shit musty as shit Niggas running from plainclothes Talking slang when we sling those Go back where you came from Too many four-fifth shots should lift him (Boom, boom, boom) I thank God I'm still living I'm 'bout to be rich forever Ten chains, Human Made Sweater [Chorus: Westside Gunn] Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) Every day, make money and pray (Gustavo) [Verse 3: Keisha Plum] If Rakim and Nicki Giovanni did the nasty They would've had me Product of poetic-genius DNA 716 in my DNA Every day, make money and pray Holy Father, he said, "Pay attention" Uncle Stevie got his throat slit ear to ear Word to life, nigga's still breathing though Spiritual atonement, dreaming of angels But living with demons M1911 made OTC In the jungles of the Philippines You can never clean away the odor of sin His gut filled with gin Her skin dipped in Gucci bamboo Hunter boots and wooly socks For thunder and rain, tears shed in Medellín [Outro: Keisha Plum] Gustavo, Gustavo Gustavo, Gustavo Cocaine dreams empire Cocaine dreams empire Cocaine dreams empire Gustavo, Gustavo Gustavo, Gustavo Every day, make money and pray Every day, make money and pray Yeah (Uh)