Lyrics:
out the trap with the gang
Iced out ring I'm walking brick truck
Boys don't want no smoke the pull up with they coochies out
All your girls wanna
All she want is money
Not a nigga
Nor a friend
Been rose though she grew up from the pavement
Never liked r&b but love Gucci mane
Aye aye aye
All
might be
Yeah!
Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
Jewelry game amazin', car game crazy (brr, brr)
Gucci Mane LaFlare walkin' 'round the city, say cheese
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ridin' with my
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it (it's Gucci)
Cole walkin' out with M's, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it
want me, now I'm hot and they all on me
Pull a bunch of these white bitches, I'm chillin hard at the Pink Pony
Gucci Mane and Meek Mills, I'm ballin
up like cellophane
And maybe when I wake up in the morning I'll feel better yea
No I still feel the same, fuck it lets do this again
I'm Gucci Mane
Read my paperwork, Gucci Mane, A1
Hangin' by myself 'cause I know I won't say nothin'
I just will call my lawyer, I ain't seen nothin'
Everybody got
(huh?)
White chalk on the sidewalk and it's my fault
Gucci keep goin' up, postin' all his whereabouts
In these foreign lands shakin' hands he don't care
shape,
All that Gucci Louie Chong got yo ass loosin weight,(leanin)
Gucci Mane got you straight, huh?
You know he got that cake,
Gave it to her first
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
Iced the neck
Yeah you know that I be balling
No respect
I ju- I just keep on yawning
Always flexing
Yeah you know the money calling
I’m only going up
gettin' money, I know that it hurt you (it's Gucci)
See me go up and I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you
Money
the tree"
Yeah, my left wrist is on freeze (burr), is it cold or is it me? (Or is it me?)
Boy you ain't no lil' Gucci Mane, your ass a wannabe (a wannabe)
2x (Hook)
(Uhh)If you ain’t getting money boy back up
If you ain’t iced up boy back up
If you ain’t on that boy back up, back up, back up
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
no tall can
I drink mine out the bottle
She prefers out the glass
I never had a problem with
Them feeling on her ass
Cause I'm Gucci Mane, I'm
Hah, go
Marii Beatz, turn me up
Guwop (Hah, Gucci)
It's Gucci (Gucci)
(Gucci, hah)
Dun D-D-D-Deal (ayy)
Hah
My bitch came off a boat, boat,
to me, tear drops and 6 speeds
Pink Beamer Jeep, same color as the lean
Icey icey nigga, frostbites up on my teeth
Shorty lean on me, flip phone on Gucci
emails from Ellen one from Oprah
Threw all this bullshit We Suede
Everything Gucci I'm talking Gucci Mane
Ain't to much else We can say
They gave Us
pop shit the way I pop it
Million-dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (bling)
Say he got money, where it went? What happened?
Sign with Gucci Mane
Jewelry game amazin', car game crazy (brr, brr)
Gucci Mane LaFlare walkin' 'round the city, say cheese
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ridin' with my
the kitchen cookin chicken tryin to pay my rent
Shawty rap about gucci stay strapped with a uzi
Murder 1 platinum eatin justice by Tuesday
It's gucci mane
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