Gustavo (feat. Keisha Plum)

Griselda by Fashion Rebels

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

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)

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

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)

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

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)