Tyler Gray - Dolce Gabbana Lyrics

On my neck Dolce Gabbana huh
Niggas Please I don't want no drama
Pull In a Bentley with yo momma huh
Take your bih to Bahamas
Buy her Dolce gabana she call me Big Poppa
Crib for my momma at Milana
Wrist presidential, status like Obama
Pretty bastard only a player n a lover
Smell like Dolce Gabbana huh ouu
Dolce Gabbana, On my neck got that Dolce Gabbana
Dolce Gabana Dolce Gabana show you money rain in the middle of the summer
Fashion Killer wearing Dolce Gabbana
Ouu damn, Dolce Gabbana
Yeah ouu Dolce Gabbana

My money longer looks like army with recruit's
Money coming in with a ringtone fluent
Gucci belt, Dolce Gabana boots
What ice to choose, all em give you a flu
Stand still, wanna sneeze hachoo
Cologne, fragrance hit you like peek a boo
Hop in the McClaren than i switcheroo
Light the cookie what the f*ck gon popo gon do, oou What the f*ck
I dance so cold feel like Billy jean
Hoes wanna f*ck tryna get young dagger dick
Thunder an lighting
All Lord's fighting
Oh God I'm getting excited
Quarter mill flying private
Yeah
I just need no stylist
My style to good its auto pilot, ouu
F*cking on yo bitch all private yeah
I don't need no Kings
Feel like Billy Jean
Oh my God on Tings
I'm just getting bad tings
I like smoke on weed
Smokin weed, then pass the Trill
Trill Gang right till the day I die
Hit that bitch right from behind
I Never tell no hoe goodbye

On my neck Dolce Gabbana huh
Niggas Please I don't want no drama
Pull In a Bentley with yo momma huh
Take your bih to Bahamas
Buy her Dolce gabana she call me Big Poppa
Crib for my momma at Milana
Wrist presidential, status like Obama
Pretty bastard only a player n a lover
Smell like Dolce Gabbana huh ouu
Dolce Gabbana, On my neck got that Dolce Gabbana
Dolce Gabana Dolce Gabana show you money rain in the middle of the summer
Fashion Killer wearing Dolce Gabbana
Ouu damn, Dolce Gabbana
Yeah ouu Dolce Gabbana

Dolce Gabbana I did this shit for my momma
I never been in Milana
I got a bitch she lives in Montana
Call her Rihanna
Bitch I'm a Rasta, yes I smoke Ganja
Talk shit about you
Nigga don't trust you
We trap we hustle
We were crazy in the mosh pit
Got a bitch in the mosh pit
All you do is just talk shit
I'm in the streets with my shawty
Yeah I'm chilling with my woodies
We here to chill we sipping 40 yeah
She f*cking with my chommie
Whites dancing on my tracks
While I'm busy making stack's
Put your city on the map
Kill tracks on the lab
Make them beg for your tracks
Let them know you so mad yeah
Fly to Diego
Stacking my money Lego
When I drop it's feugo
She wanna come with the fellow
Cause I'm dripping sauce like mayo
Everybody I've been chilling I am Gatti
Call me Gatti $cooter
F*ck these bitches
Young Tutor

On my neck Dolce Gabbana huh
Niggas Please I don't want no drama
Pull In a Bentley with yo momma huh
Take your bih to Bahamas
Buy her Dolce gabana she call me Big Poppa
Crib for my momma at Milana
Wrist presidential, status like Obama
Pretty bastard only a player n a lover
Smell like Dolce Gabbana huh ouu
Dolce Gabbana, On my neck got that Dolce Gabbana
Dolce Gabana Dolce Gabana show you money rain in the middle of the summer
Fashion Killer wearing Dolce Gabbana
Ouu damn, Dolce Gabbana
Yeah ouu Dolce Gabbana