Lyrics:
marijuana
Tattoo tears with the shotty pump
Buick boys, we slide on eights
Mane, I love mo-
Gotta get up all I see is black rain, oh
Goth nigga, I'm still
[INTRO]
Cheeeaaaaaa burn one
Zaytoven on da track imma burn one
Its the mixtape nigga burn one
If you eva try gucci mane you might burn one huh
Burn
it the wrong way
When they hear me talking About
Hustle this hustle that
Know what I’m saying
Get money, by any means
Know what I’m saying
Guns
Murder
runnin', but I still gon' catch ya
The Gucci murderer, printed my pinky on your face
Left it bloody, should've listned it, and pushed down the brakes
Dealt
comin', yeah
The bitches know how I'm comin'
(Why they call you Tony?)
'Cause I pop shit by my lonely
Pocket full of Crip, blue hunnids, yeah
Money got
(Buddah Bless this beat)
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way
(Sheesh)
Holding it in like nobody can relate (Bro, come on mane)
But everybody's at stake mane! (What are they doing)
Passing right by, don't let me
hate time wasted by suckers
These n*ggas scared
Nowadays n*ggas too p*ssy to settle sh*t off knuckles
Way that I’m ballin’ on n*ggas mane
I just might
melt Ya
Thuggin with some block heads they my bros every nigga gotta weapon
All is well the M.O but I'm still gon catch ya
Let me get in my zone, even
here lyin mane u out here bluffin The money the motto turn nothing to somethin'
Stayed down for two years aint see this shit comin ( two of em )
Gotta
and linguine (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm G ain't no Fendi (Gucci)
Head nigga like Boosie, bitch by the Trina
The coupe is red and ruby (red)
Somewhere
go
Everyone against me
Mane I had to let em know
If money is yo issue
Then you need to get some mo
And if a nigga try me guaranteed
I let it blow
The trunk is still, hopin' there's something between ya
Now she laughin' how she took your ass to the cleaners
Mane, I'm on your side, not tryna
Aww mane
Aww mane
Aww mane
Dirty money I been getting to it all day
I just linked up with yo bitch and now we switching lanes
I’m just tryna put blue
Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers
quick stay on his shit and I won't turn into food mane
Put on my necklace look at them diamonds water water juice mane
Gettin' this money go to Bora
still get
October own that's such a fuckin' real set
No tats but the ink on my money still wet
Life is such a beach, its sandy all around me
I came
the game and ain't down by losing
Now I'm getting nothing but money, hate and groupies
Imma stay humble and calm like DJ Ruthes
Ya'll see rappers I see beat
a minute
I can't close my safe no more 'cause I got too much money in it
They put Gucci in a cell then Madea went to jail
I make music, I make movies, I
of thieves
They prolly charge 200g's then sell your ass a sack of leaves
Gucci mane fuck up the sound
Dead drunk like my uncle
Touch my brother dood n I'll
Gucci)
(Die Roli) die Roli ist voll Ice (happy feel, Atlanta)
Die Roli ist voll Ice (Germany, let's go)
If gettin' money a crime (huh?)
Then I'm gon'
dick,
Hypnotized 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,
puis
Rap mo niou geuna Izy louñu lén di amél
O Shit
Préjugés ay sound melni simpson
Tim réw mi ak dolé yoré trace place king kong
Mais Douma débat
Lamégn
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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