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Spend a stack, make it back
I've been moving static how they tell me I'm not that?
I go steady in the city I got two
Six boys out the car, how we

Spend a stack, make it back
I've been moving static how they tell me I'm not that?
I go steady in the city I got two
Six boys out the car, how we

the spirit is moving
The Spirit is moving and we just gone let Him
I look to the right then I look to the left
And I'm seeing my brother I tell him go get em

gotta high point
What you think that shit ain't Gucci
Man, you's a dead boy
I bring with me the morgue
Naw, I ain't tryna race but I
Bring with me

Tell'em, to lock'em, unload'em and wait
Taste it, and count it, and sell it and fade
Gucci vibin, I’m feeling like them, I'm Louis buying, I'm smoking fly

(C'mon boys we hit the jackpot this time)
Yeah
I'm in the studio with Siz man (My guy Siz)
Don't even know it's Zynoh by my side
(Crazy)
(It's crazy

know I'm still by ya side
Stuck in my head lost all just for you
Would you do things would you tell me the truth?
Gave it my all so just save the excuses

different
when i step on stages u know that its too lit,
competition i ma eat em like sushi,
u flex with ur gucci i flex with my bullshit,
but im still on top

Just got some YSL boy I'm fly as hell
448 up on the scale
I got clientele
Bitch I'm the big drippa
What you couldn't tell?
Took a L then gave em hell

And get money
Yeah I'm paid
Aine gotta tell a lie
So everything I be ten Kay
I just told em I'm solid

I stacked it up off profit
Yeah I stacked it
Ima kick

drink today
Walking in her section
Tell a shaughty you looking fresh
She respond with the Get Em dance

Get Em he flipping the script
I split the cash

sure that you bleeding
Wanna play me?
Baby, this the perfect season
I'm really spiced up, can't you tell by how you sneezing? (sneezing)
And you can

Bitch ima killa, you know that im ruthless
VVS on me, these thotties be choosin
All these chains on me, I feel like im gucci
That boy he mad cuz im with

niggas tryna vibe
I'm in your mind
(This boy got a hit) , I'm in your mind

I'm in your mind
Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind
Ayy, shawty do you mind?

know it's us
One hit is like "The Notebook"
By time it end you be chokin' up
I'm 'bout to knock 'em down
I'm 'bout to pull the trigger
Feelin' like

disrespecting yourself
Man I hate it (Man I hate), ten bucks for a new Gucci belt
Boy I don't take it (Nah), but sometimes I can't even tell
And I fell (Yuh), got

She been callin my name
She been wispy my name to the air
Take her to the moon
You call me youngdrich
You tell things
I will do it
For you my girl

the streets say
& it's 20 on me and I'm still by that store
So you tell me why the fuck I ain't dead yet
Cause these niggas know
If they spin em a bend
I'm

Heels On

Slim

Love's Crazy

2008

See I ain't never met another shorty
Especially from the way you put it on me
Lookin' good in Manolo Blahniks
Six heel pumps, you can tell that

People told me that I couldn't do it I was really caught up in the struggle
Now I'm smoovest inna DMV I showed em how I got it off the muscle
And all

Rock the F and N still gon' fuck her friends
(Top, Amiri bottom, you know what I'm sayin'
With the Glock tucked in that bitch)
Still gon' pop 'em by

preach tell 'em luci got you

Gucci got you looking good 
You bought the store with you 
Ice on yo' teeth you keep the lean with you 
Prada on my name when

screws loose so we had to drill him, peel him, skin him
Gucci my denim just tell how it is
I can stand right on my block wit no gliz

Yall pussy yall

you want, the power, the fame, devours
Tell me what you want, the power, the money, devours

We on that big boy shit, Ooh kill em!
Stackin money