Wann Wyte - Aperol (feat. GaTa) Lyrics

Venice boulevard drift with the top blown
And I slick hit your fiancé for she pop home
Eataly pasta when we not in Rome
RIP Verne Troyer bitch you not grown

You in a glass house shouldn't throw stones
Blue and yellow diamond on me drippy like snow cone
She wanna FC like Barcelon
She from Bay so she know to get her thizzle on

PJ trippin cross coast bout it
Only real bad bitches get to post about it
Trophy hunting til the day I give a toast about it
Know the dick bomb neighbors probably think she so dramatic

Everybody know what's up
Grab a bottle pour it up
Way too lit but I won't give up
DnD and I wont pick up

Bounced back from that L that was a glitch
She had a Aperol spritz and hit the splits
It's enough to go around in this bitch
Tomorrow I'ma wake me up rich

Time is money with no time to waste
But a nigga waste money on Ace of Spades
Dollars on my mind you could see it in my face
Fresh off the lot man I had to upgrade
Bum ass niggas always got to throw shade

Accounts off shore bout to open up more
Dior was closed but they opened the store
Cause I'm a world wide ghetto entrepreneur
Everything natural I ain't got to force it

All my haters I make them forfeit
I used to flip quarters playing get like me
Now that I'm rich homie get like me

Tatts on my face before I made a million dollars
Grinding every day I couldn't be no scholar
I keep a hundred racks chillin on my collar
And I had to be the man I ain't know my father

Everybody know what's up
Grab a bottle pour it up
Way too lit but I won't give up
DnD and I wont pick up

Bounced back from that L that was a glitch
She had a Aperol spritz and hit the splits
It's enough to go around in this bitch
Tomorrow I'ma wake me up rich

Drink number four and I'm faded now
Came from nothin always something celebrate about
At the point where I could finally could say I made it out
We threw our passports down and started making out
I know it's easy to hate us if you ain't at the table
They wanna know Weeknd moves tell them youtube Abel
Four countries in six months I move different
Landed early but jet lag make me snooze different

Nough to go around in this bitch
AJ got the Clase we can't hear shit
Dame Dolla how I'm tapping the wrist
I'm tapping just like this

PJ trippin cross coast bout it
Only real bad bitches get to post bout it
Trophy hunting til the day I give a toast about it
Know the dick bomb neighbors probably think she so dramatic

Everybody know what's up
Grab a bottle pour it up
Way too lit but I won't give up
DnD and I wont pick up

Bounced back from that L that was a glitch
She had a Aperol spritz n hit the splits
It's enough to go around in this bitch
Tomorrow I'ma wake me up rich