Guala (feat. Thirty Rack)

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