Young Thug — Guapo

[Intro: Young Thug] (Trap House on the track) Yeah ([?]) Slatt, Jeffery (Alright) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] All this money on me Bitches wanna fuck on me And that's how it's 'sposed to be Million dollars callin' me I just fucked her one time, why she foulin' me? Why these pussy niggas hatin'? Why they wanna foul me? [Chorus: Young Thug] What you doin'? Playing with this guapo Huh, and I got some guapo Huh, and I got some nachos Huh, mix it with some tacos Huh, and I got some knowledge And I got on Pradas Huh, leave her with some guala And they ain't got no dollars [Verse 1: Young Thug] Back and forth outer space like a cadet Keep her away from me, she said I'm makin' her wet Rockin' out my shows act like I'm Funkmaster Flex Stuff it in my clothes, then I stuff in her next (Jeffery) Found my tempo, stuff me some VVs on his neck (Yeah) Found my tempo, put a Patek on my DJ (Who wanna DJ?) Fuck is a nigga doin'? (Doin') He fuckin' 'round and die next (Die next) Geeked out on the syrup, mixin' Ac' with High-Tech [?] like Ostriches I'm geeked up [?] autobiography Nutted in her face, I don't do no marrying (Uh uh) I just got a mink out the safari, yeah (Woohoo) I can't do no friend, I almost liked the bitch (Almost liked her) I prepare for shootouts like Stojaković Money, diamonds and pearls, I got a lot of shit (Money and the pearls) We couldn't afford no meat and now we sloppy rich (Sloppy joe and some more) [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug] All this money on me Bitches wanna fuck on me And that's how it's 'sposed to be Million dollars callin' me I just fucked her one time, why she foulin' me? Why these pussy niggas hatin'? Why they wanna foul me? [Chorus: Young Thug] What you doin'? Playing with this guapo Huh, and I got some guapo Huh, and I got some nachos Huh, mix it with some tacos Huh, and I got some knowledge And I got on Pradas Huh, leave her with some guala And they ain't got no dollars [Verse 2: Young Dolph] I just pulled up in some shit that I can't even spell Smoked a blunt, walked in Grandma house and she asked me "What's that smell?" (I don't know) My bankroll overweight, don't stand next to me, your pockets too frail (Watch out) My crib too mothafuckin' big, I don't never go upstairs (Damn) I told that bitch she can't get this dick 'less she bring a couple of friends with her Young nigga ballin', yeah, every day my birthday, uh, every day Christmas Every day lit (Lit), I'm young and I'm rich (Woah) Your baby momma my size, bitch Ran them millions up, now they pissed (Ayy) I got extra cake on my plate (Yeah) I leave 'em no choice but to hate (For real) If I shitted on you, my mistake (My bad) I'm sippin' Activity, mane (Raw) It got me movin' 'round in slow-mo (Mo) But I count that money real fast though My new bitch ain't shit like my last ho Bitch, I gave my momma somethin' to brag for [Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & (Young Dolph)] All this money on me (What?) Bitches wanna fuck on me And that's how it's 'sposed to be Million dollars callin' me (A million) I just fucked her one time (Once), why she foulin' me? (Uh) Why these pussy niggas hatin'? (Uh) Why they wanna foul me? (Uh) [Chorus: Young Thug] What you doin'? Playing with this guapo Huh, and I got some guapo Huh, and I got some nachos Huh, mix it with some tacos Huh, and I got some knowledge And I got on Pradas Huh, leave her with some guala And they ain't got no dollars