De La Hoya

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Belly]
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[Chorus: Belly]
Car note rent, I paid it for you (Paid it for you)
Wrist, neck, decorated for you (Decorated for you)
You was late seven hours and I waited for you (Bitch, I waited for you)
I'ma beat the pussy up, do the de la Hoya (Bah-bah-baow)

[Verse 1: Belly]
The way you thought that I'ma have to put an apron on you (Dude)
These silly bitches really love you, so they hatin' on you (Haha)
Then I'ma pull up early mornin' with the latest for you (With the latest)
I bet they jealous, 'cause they can't afford you (It's true)
I pack that what-you-might-call-it, I'm ballin' every summer (Ayy)
Now tell me what the fuck you want, I'll buy you every color (Yeah)
She love stuntin' on you bitches, how petty of her (She petty)
You know we both go out and get it, so we get each other (We do)
Okay, my brain fried, lungs sore (Pff, pff)
You pull up, we started fuckin' at the front door (Pff, pff)
You different, I had bitches by the fourteen (Fourteen)
Now it's clear why I only need a one-four
I had your pussy screamin' "Encore" (Encore)
Movin' with the work, like you on tour (On tour)
Back to Cali' with the birds, condor (Brr)
Don't you come around me if you aren't sure, I just want more

[Chorus: Belly & Gucci Mane]
Car note rent, I paid it for you (Paid it for you)
Wrist, neck, decorated for you (Decorated for you)
You was late seven hours and I waited for you (Bitch, I waited for you)
I'ma beat the pussy up, do the de la Hoya (Go)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Pussy so good, couldn't wait to call you (Call)
Made me beat that pussy up, do the de la Hoya (What?)
Rich sex across the house, fuckin' in the foyer (What?)
Pussy so good, it make you have to call the lawyer (Damn)
Make you put her on the payroll, like you her employer (Huh)
He can't afford to ball himself, so how he gonna spoil her? (Wow)
On The Weeknd, I get Cash, you know I fuck with Belly (Belly)
These niggas snitchin' from the jail, watch what you tell your celly (Woo)
She want some thug love, I guess she think I'm Makaveli (Mak')
But I'ma Mak', gave her a stack, and a peanut and jelly (Well, damn)
These bitches racin' for that fetti, Mario and Dreadie (Go)
Long as I get my money's worth, you know Big Gucci petty (It's Gucci)

[Chorus: Belly]
Car note rent, I paid it for you (Paid it for you)
Wrist, neck, decorated for you (Decorated for you)
You was late seven hours and I waited for you (Bitch, I waited for you)
I'ma beat the pussy up, do the de la Hoya

[Outro: Belly]
Bitch, don't fuck up my high with your paranoia
Don't fuck up my high with your paranoia
Don't— Don't fuck up my high with your paranoia
Don't— Don't fuck up my high with your paranoia