Lyrics:
everything
I'm gudda gudda, gudda gudda, I put that shit on Gucci Mane
Brick Squad is what the fuck I claim, goom y'all niggas off the chain (Loony)
Lookin'
Mane La G, I take her like a thief but I ain’t never stole, but I will still your girl cause I just keep it cold, froze like a fridgerdale that ice one
Gucci Louie Bape
(Gucci)
Gucci Louie Bape
Gucci Louie Bape
(Gucci)
Gucci Louie Bape (Uh)
Having all this cake (Yea)
Count up now we straight (Yea)
mo'
Who we is then
We dem dogs
Gettin digits
Money go around my circle
Spinning like a fidget
Louis v bags filled w franklins
This bitch heavy weigh
n**** count yo blessings
I am intelligent lil Steeze the intellectual
Im by my lonely i am not Here just to mess wit you
I feel like 'gucci mane' because
on with yo' stupid ass
It's Gucci Mane ol' stupid ass, I keep on makin' stupid cash (damn)
Welcome to my private party, more hoes than a bachelor party
See eh, eh eh
Oh nana na na
Olarem on this one
Father looking to your say.
Day by day everyday
Looking to your eyes eh
Looking to your eye eh
ballers
(She only date ballers)
Shawty got a fetish
(For boys who go get it)
She only date ballers
(It's Miss Shawnna)
I'm Gucci Mane, a flare, I'm MVP
I
the atlas
Gucci puchi money long, now we call him Alex
Had to move from Dade because that shit was local
Pick up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in
flinches
Whenever I wave the glock
I'd feel like Gucci Mane when he really felt lost
I would drown all my sorrows in a blunt and the sauce
But I'd still have
did investigation, they took all the pistols out
And if you play with Gucci Mane, we sending missiles through the crowd
And then you know we smoking
I guess shorty mad he don't got you no more (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
So just like Pinocchio, his nose gon' grow (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
Gucci Mane, Mariah
I guess shorty mad he don't got you no more (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
So just like Pinocchio, his nose gon' grow (so oh, oh, oh, oh)
Gucci Mane, Mariah
money
Cos clock's ticking...
Been long time coming yh
Over 3yrs madi rap buh still
Mempe!!
No long tin...
Asouden yato no Abouden!!
B3ma p3 sika na Ohia
need some fucking lotion cos my pockets kinda swole
And you say you rocking Gucci man my boots are fucking gold
Top coast
I swear I ball like Mo Salah
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
on the Bible
Servin' my cuz outta town, they said I was devilish
'Cause I wouldn't go to revival
Gucci Mane talk of the town
Now when I touch down, I'm
with a fire flame
I ain't never change, I'm still in my dickies mane
Blunts still burnin, no concern wit fake fuck niggas
I be doing what I feel is
offa my dick,
Hipnotize by this shit that I spit, ya
Slow flow new flavor in yo ear,
I used to swear mane talk was cheap,
Now I'm in it 20 thousand feet,
betta not lose no load
You betta not lose no load
They say 10 a key
Tennessee, shit I wanna see
Gucci Mane, you know I got the D 6
I'ma hit the D 6
they singing
Money steady calling
Ballin never fallin
Taking care of my kids
I'm doing just fine
Stay off my line
Hating on my shine
Steady on my
mo kanju
The money go come we self go bubble
I know Dey in hurry is just how it look
It just by time everything go still good
Shoutout to my best boss
money no mo
He don want money no mo
Why you dont want money no mo
He don want money no mo
Run up the block for show, he movin' too fast, he fold
He wanna
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
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