Lyrics:

Oye
Mamita rica, che madame
Pa' que lo goce
�Aj�!
Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)
Gravy gettin' buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
'Gravy, let me fuck,' ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it,' I'ma hit it, baby
Ayy, don't you fuck with me, buddy, you could meet the Fockers
When I pop it off, call me Orville Redenbacher
I be cookin' up, I'm the young Betty Crocker (Ooh)
Gravy piped your mom again, wow, what a shocker
Hannah Montana, I got th5 juice, I got the Fanta
I got the juic5, like a banana
I got the juice, like Tropicana
I make gas, I got gelato
I'ma splash, I'm like a bottle
Got pizazz like it's my motto
I'm tryna pull up on Nelly Furtado and then I'ma smash
Gravy got your puta
She sittin' in my jacuzzi (Ooh)
I think I need a few more
Yeah, and if you got the Henny, pour it up
When I walk in the building (Ooh)
Gravy gettin' buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
'Gravy, let me fuck,' ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it,' I'ma hit it, baby
Yup, she said yup, I said yup
I pull up, I clap, yup, yup, yup, baby (I'ma hit it, baby)
And if that bitch can clip her seat belt on the first try then she ain't my type (I need a thicky)
Gravy need a bitch with an ass so fat that it makes it hard to live her life (Goddamn)
And I'ma get the bands even if I don't want to
If you smell like Black & Milds, baby, I don't want you
Gravy got the drip and the cheese like I'm fondue
All of y'all been on one, congrats, bitch, I'm on two
She call me Papa Johns, I got the sauce, baby
Get the fuck off my lawn, now get lost, baby
Bitch, I feel like Boss Baby mixed with Jack Frost
Eighty bitches in my crib, goin' through 'em, Randy Moss, baby
Ooh, pussy
Gravy
Woh
Hombre, no nac� bailando
�Aj�!
Light them blunts up when I walk in the building (Ooh)
Gravy gettin' buck every time I get up in it (Ayy)
Always pull up with a plethora of women (Of them women)
I be like, 'Yup, bitch, that's how I be livin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
And your bitch say, 'What's up?' Ayy, she tryna get it (Ayy)
'Gravy, let me fuck,' ooh, I'll consider (Ayy, ayy, ooh)
I ain't bust a nut in the last thirty minutes (Ayy, ayy)
So I say, 'Yup, baby girl, I'ma hit it,' I'ma hit it, baby
Muchacho
Gravy est� duro de verdad, �eh?
Woh
Hombre, no nac� bailando
�Aj�!
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