Lyrics:
without money?
Anytime I want a good time that's money
Anytime my parents argue that's money
Anytime you want that new chain, new whip, new name
We all
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
the Income, go and get you sum.
Say bye to the Bad guy,
Wave bye to the Bad guy,
Gucci Mane the bad guy.
Yes, I am the Bad guy,
Wave bye to the Bad guy.
stand in line for hours waiting on Gucci Mane.
Damn... I'm feelin' like a Monk on a Laker team,
I had to play my role just so I could win these kings
(You did good, $lick)
(It's a Smash)
Killer with that AK get this motherfucker bussin'
Tell a ho to get the fuck if she ain't here to suck it
nd get passed by the less man
I'm on a new save, got the lucky numbers first try, they wish that they guessed em
Only a few made, They say I'm one
tha south
Im coming from tha sticks
Im kicking ass and i'm taking names
You talking shit and wanna run that mouth
Got news for yall winning mane
Stay
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
'bout Gucci Mane
That lil' bitch like, "Burr," why she so insecure?
Who got the pills in here? How do you live in here?
I got my crib in here, havin'
trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her panty hose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know
he was a good cat, my bad, dawg
Don't put no K after that B, boy, bad call, that's flag talk
Fuck around and knock your flag off, I had to
I wore
the bible right
Same vision with a new view it's all good
Mane What you know bout Smoking weed when you ain't Never been rolling
What you know about
Ooh, I'm so tired of writing all these love songs
Talking bout some shit I never did
I'm about to jump on a new chapter
This might be the last you'll
in her closet
Runnin' through checks every day, no fraud shit
Rose gold Presidential Rollie look polished
Bad lil' bitch, good brain, go college
Fendi Gucci Loui Givenchy
She fell in love with designer
She fell in love with designer
She think she bad like Rihanna
She think she thick like
nowhere
I just took off a couple of years
But now I'm back on my day-to-day
Old school, Gucci frames like day to day
Who gon' tell New York "Time's up"?
a good girl but now I'm breaking bad
And bitch better hide your father I be breaking dads (CHING)
Pussy make him do a jit nigga break a dance jit, jit, jit
I just touchdown down in my city I feel like the man again
Now I just need me a new audemar have me frozen like a mannequin
If your my brother then
ain't even shit
Trippy as hell
Trippy as hell
Trippy I'm trippy as hell
Smoking a blunt on the low
While I got that new gucci scarf all 'round my face
My
pull up and just skrrr
If Gucci Mane was in my kitchen, he'll say "burr"
Racks in my pocket, darling well durrr
I'ma spend a thousand on some new fur
I'm living life in 4K (4K)
My bitch like Gucci and Dolce (Dolce)
I had to ice out the whole face
(Whole face)
I'm going back to my old ways
(My old
blazin' shit
Inspirational ass motherfucker, ask my brother
Hustles like no other, rose from my situ'
Rolls-Royces by the gutter
Bad bitch itchin'
Mr. Muzik gettin' crunk in the club
For them haters you can go on pop the trunk
[00:31.29]'Cause I'm ridin' big like Gucci Mane, So Icy
Poppin'
Gucci, Prada (yeah)
That's me coming thru
All these rubber bands
Acting brand new
I gotta new crew
They come with attitude
New York broad and chilling out
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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