Lyrics:
Silly cat, wore suede in the rain
Swear he put the G in game
Had the Gucci frame
Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane
I can't recall his name
(What
Yea
Yea yea yea
Hmm
Dem talk say money no dey
But Gucci and Versace
Oga show me the way
Mo fe kole si Miami
(Kole si Miami)
Dem talk money no Dey
But
wasn't even close
Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked
Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane
I ain't been
all day, all night
Pop Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life
By the time I get this kite to ya, I
tougher than iron
And everything I do it big I'm talking Christopher Wallace
So much money on me that it won't fit in my wallets
And these are Rock
V-Nasty and Gucci Mane
All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold
Call me Snoop Dogg, I don't finger roll
[Chorus]
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
noise like Pootie Tang (what?)
Nigga, my heart so icy, I'm like Shiesty, I'm like Gucci Mane
I'm down to a four a day, dirty water, Louie Ray
These
Gucci belt, bound
Fast to the city scape
Dash to deliver fate
Stashed in this duffel bag, proud
He's no scaredy cat
Life always spared in thy name
way
I think y'all know how we doing
I'm paying luxury tags, you know, yeah, I can't relate
I'm on the phone with Gucci Mane, gato, vato, he jew in
island
Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense
I know crazy
Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap
No looking back
Spaceships don't come equipped
With
keep on commin to me
They should call me coma boy
Lights, camera, action main attraction
It's Gucci mane in the caption
I'm trafficing that internet
Break em down
Get it in w my big brother
Niggas talkin like they with it
Ducking fades just like no other
On my money moves right now
Only thinkin bout
made it to da Bob Barkers
Guccis like I do me, be out by da mornin
Pay Attention, dis is real shit
Like a walk to da Shell from Turf, so you can feel
hard to sleep
I wrote a little song about it
In she came with the same type game
The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame
Big thangs, so big
get em first
Big pimpin 50 racks up in
My bit designer purse
Diamonds sittin so icey like Gucci
Mane they yelling brrrrr
Bitch I’m way cooler 600 shots
Gucci Mane
I came up on jeezy
I came up on Mack 10 blood
Be easy
Macky call me perfect cell
I tell him its Frieza
Any rapper think he cold
I throw him in
Nigga counting up racks
In some Gucci socks
Planing flights to Miami
Making pops out the hard rock
Bitch it's blood in my eyes
I live the life
really in to gucci
Got some Nike slides
But on tha top its saying Stussy
Rappers out here cappin
Now they fit it like a coufe
Other niggas fuckin over
Hey hey hey it's time to make some crazy money are you ready
Here we go!
Everything Gucci
Ohh she giving me loosey right in a two seat
She wanna keep
everybody dyin', no lying
So don't you get suspicious
I'm Big Dangerous you're just a little vicious
As I leave my competition, respirator style
Climb
ain't runnin wit it
Puttin food in my stomach wit it
Might do a lil stuntin wit it
Mane the early bird he late
When he show up gk ate
I been posted by
bitches, me, Tity boy and Drumma Boy
Comas just keep on commin to me, they should call me coma boy
Lights, camera, action main attraction, It's Gucci mane
up to these labels fag
Getting to the bag like I’m Gucci mane
I gotta prove to all these haters that I’m really him
That I’m really him
I really
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