Chords for Young Dolph "Gelato" (Yo Gotti Diss) (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
Tempo:
53.95 bpm
Chords used:
C#
C#m
A
F#m
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
I'm real and you fake.
[C#m] I'm the same nigga that used to front your big brother.
[C#] I'm the same nigga, first time you ever seen me I was in a coupe.
I got your lotto in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got credit bitches walkin' around in they underwear.
Bells are clinkin' all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me.
[C#m] That bitch couldn't do nothing but stare.
I got your lotto in the air.
[F#m] I got business everywhere.
They say God don't like [C#] hate.
I might send that boy to hell.
Smokin' on some shit that you can't get inside my Rari with a Barbie.
Yeah he young and he rich and retarded.
Sitting at the house and I just turned it to a party.
Got some bitches and some molly.
When I'm beefin' I don't squash it.
Old ruffles [F#m] from the other side of town was hatin'.
So I fucked his baby [C#m] mama now he sick.
You dig?
In the club standin' on top of [C#] shit and smokin' gelato.
Pourin' no extra if it's givin' bitches gold [A] bottles.
Got a lot of scales.
A lot of work.
Lot [C#m] of chains on.
No shirt.
I [D#] been countin' too much paper it got my hands hurt.
[G#m] I'm in the back seat laughin' at the haters close the curtains.
[C#] I got your lotto in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got pretty bitches walkin' around in their underwear.
Bells and cushions all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me [C#m] that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare.
I got gelato in the air.
[D] I got pistachios everywhere.
They say God don't like hate.
I might send that [A] boy to hell.
I just left a bank check.
I do what you can't.
[C#] I just drunk up blank.
You should feel ashamed.
Your bitch [D#] gave me brain.
End up turnin' [C#] lame.
Heard you got a hit on me I hope they got a good aim.
Pussy I got on six chains.
Three big diamond rings.
Trap nigga with a hundred mil later I'll still be the same.
[A] All I do is smoke weed.
I'm covered up with double [F#m] G's.
Same room sold a hundred peas and had a threesome at [C#] the double G's.
I got gelato in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got pretty bitches walkin' around in their underwear.
Bells of Cushnin's all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't [G#] playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as [C#] hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me [C#m] that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare.
I got gelato in the air.
[D] I got pistachios everywhere.
They say God don't like [C#] hate.
I might send that boy to hell.
[A] Aye.
Aye man I remember my pull up and asked you man.
How you get all that motherfuckin' money young nigga?
I said that how it is when you the king of your city my boy.
[G#] Yeah.
[F#m] Hehe.
King shit.
[A] [C#]
[C#m] I'm the same nigga that used to front your big brother.
[C#] I'm the same nigga, first time you ever seen me I was in a coupe.
I got your lotto in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got credit bitches walkin' around in they underwear.
Bells are clinkin' all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me.
[C#m] That bitch couldn't do nothing but stare.
I got your lotto in the air.
[F#m] I got business everywhere.
They say God don't like [C#] hate.
I might send that boy to hell.
Smokin' on some shit that you can't get inside my Rari with a Barbie.
Yeah he young and he rich and retarded.
Sitting at the house and I just turned it to a party.
Got some bitches and some molly.
When I'm beefin' I don't squash it.
Old ruffles [F#m] from the other side of town was hatin'.
So I fucked his baby [C#m] mama now he sick.
You dig?
In the club standin' on top of [C#] shit and smokin' gelato.
Pourin' no extra if it's givin' bitches gold [A] bottles.
Got a lot of scales.
A lot of work.
Lot [C#m] of chains on.
No shirt.
I [D#] been countin' too much paper it got my hands hurt.
[G#m] I'm in the back seat laughin' at the haters close the curtains.
[C#] I got your lotto in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got pretty bitches walkin' around in their underwear.
Bells and cushions all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me [C#m] that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare.
I got gelato in the air.
[D] I got pistachios everywhere.
They say God don't like hate.
I might send that [A] boy to hell.
I just left a bank check.
I do what you can't.
[C#] I just drunk up blank.
You should feel ashamed.
Your bitch [D#] gave me brain.
End up turnin' [C#] lame.
Heard you got a hit on me I hope they got a good aim.
Pussy I got on six chains.
Three big diamond rings.
Trap nigga with a hundred mil later I'll still be the same.
[A] All I do is smoke weed.
I'm covered up with double [F#m] G's.
Same room sold a hundred peas and had a threesome at [C#] the double G's.
I got gelato in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got pretty bitches walkin' around in their underwear.
Bells of Cushnin's all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't [G#] playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as [C#] hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me [C#m] that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare.
I got gelato in the air.
[D] I got pistachios everywhere.
They say God don't like [C#] hate.
I might send that boy to hell.
[A] Aye.
Aye man I remember my pull up and asked you man.
How you get all that motherfuckin' money young nigga?
I said that how it is when you the king of your city my boy.
[G#] Yeah.
[F#m] Hehe.
King shit.
[A] [C#]
Key:
C#
C#m
A
F#m
D#
C#
C#m
A
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I'm real and you fake.
[C#m] I'm the same nigga that used to front your big brother.
[C#] I'm the same nigga, first time you ever seen me I was in a coupe.
I got your lotto in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got credit bitches walkin' around in they underwear.
Bells are clinkin' all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me.
[C#m] That bitch couldn't do nothing but stare.
I got your lotto in the air.
[F#m] I got business everywhere.
They say God don't like [C#] hate.
I might send that boy to hell.
Smokin' on some shit that you can't get inside my Rari with a Barbie.
Yeah he young and he rich and retarded.
Sitting at the house and I just turned it to a party.
Got some bitches and some molly.
When I'm beefin' I don't squash it.
Old ruffles [F#m] from the other side of town was hatin'.
So I fucked his baby [C#m] mama now he sick.
You dig?
In the club standin' on top of [C#] shit and smokin' gelato.
Pourin' no extra if it's givin' bitches gold [A] bottles.
Got a lot of scales.
A lot of work.
Lot [C#m] of chains on.
No shirt.
I [D#] been countin' too much paper it got my hands hurt.
[G#m] I'm in the back seat laughin' at the haters close the curtains.
[C#] I got your lotto in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got pretty bitches walkin' around in their underwear.
Bells and cushions all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me [C#m] that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare.
I got gelato in the air.
[D] I got pistachios everywhere.
They say God don't like hate.
I might send that [A] boy to hell.
I just left a bank check.
I do what you can't.
[C#] I just drunk up blank.
You should feel ashamed.
Your bitch [D#] gave me brain.
End up turnin' [C#] lame.
Heard you got a hit on me I hope they got a good aim.
Pussy I got on six chains.
Three big diamond rings.
Trap nigga with a hundred mil later I'll still be the same.
[A] All I do is smoke weed.
I'm covered up with double [F#m] G's.
Same room sold a hundred peas and had a threesome at [C#] the double G's.
I got gelato in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got pretty bitches walkin' around in their underwear.
Bells of Cushnin's all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't [G#] playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as [C#] hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me [C#m] that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare.
I got gelato in the air.
[D] I got pistachios everywhere.
They say God don't like [C#] hate.
I might send that boy to hell.
[A] _ _ Aye.
Aye man I remember my pull up and asked you man.
How you get all that motherfuckin' money young nigga?
I said that how it is when you the king of your city my boy.
[G#] Yeah.
[F#m] Hehe.
King shit.
[A] _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ I'm real and you fake.
[C#m] I'm the same nigga that used to front your big brother.
[C#] I'm the same nigga, first time you ever seen me I was in a coupe.
I got your lotto in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got credit bitches walkin' around in they underwear.
Bells are clinkin' all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me.
[C#m] That bitch couldn't do nothing but stare.
I got your lotto in the air.
[F#m] I got business everywhere.
They say God don't like [C#] hate.
I might send that boy to hell.
Smokin' on some shit that you can't get inside my Rari with a Barbie.
Yeah he young and he rich and retarded.
Sitting at the house and I just turned it to a party.
Got some bitches and some molly.
When I'm beefin' I don't squash it.
Old ruffles [F#m] from the other side of town was hatin'.
So I fucked his baby [C#m] mama now he sick.
You dig?
In the club standin' on top of [C#] shit and smokin' gelato.
Pourin' no extra if it's givin' bitches gold [A] bottles.
Got a lot of scales.
A lot of work.
Lot [C#m] of chains on.
No shirt.
I [D#] been countin' too much paper it got my hands hurt.
[G#m] I'm in the back seat laughin' at the haters close the curtains.
[C#] I got your lotto in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got pretty bitches walkin' around in their underwear.
Bells and cushions all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me [C#m] that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare.
I got gelato in the air.
[D] I got pistachios everywhere.
They say God don't like hate.
I might send that [A] boy to hell.
I just left a bank check.
I do what you can't.
[C#] I just drunk up blank.
You should feel ashamed.
Your bitch [D#] gave me brain.
End up turnin' [C#] lame.
Heard you got a hit on me I hope they got a good aim.
Pussy I got on six chains.
Three big diamond rings.
Trap nigga with a hundred mil later I'll still be the same.
[A] All I do is smoke weed.
I'm covered up with double [F#m] G's.
Same room sold a hundred peas and had a threesome at [C#] the double G's.
I got gelato in the air.
I got money everywhere.
This bitch blowin' up my cell.
Broke her heart and I don't care.
I got pretty bitches walkin' around in their underwear.
Bells of Cushnin's all I sell.
I fuck bitches by the pair.
They say he ain't [G#] playin' fair.
That boy that be fresh as [C#] hell.
All this fuckin' ice all on me [C#m] that bitch couldn't do nothin' but stare.
I got gelato in the air.
[D] I got pistachios everywhere.
They say God don't like [C#] hate.
I might send that boy to hell.
[A] _ _ Aye.
Aye man I remember my pull up and asked you man.
How you get all that motherfuckin' money young nigga?
I said that how it is when you the king of your city my boy.
[G#] Yeah.
[F#m] Hehe.
King shit.
[A] _ _ _ [C#] _