Lyrics:
Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet.
Uh uh uh.
I hits the corner on three Daytonaz
Wit a bad ass bitch
It's Gucci
GoldLink
Shy Glizzy
D.C., E.A
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
by the dope lady
Talkin' get money, pimp hard so niggas gon' hate me
I got a good heart, and a good brain
You heard my gangsta story, my life was
knock me up off my track
It ain't bout rap or tryna knock shit out the park then that shit whack
I still get money doe I'm addicted to that shit just like
nitori mo bo shoe
Everyday we fix a puzzle
Omo no be by my muscle
24 7 lori high way
I pray to God to bless my way
You can be right with your steer wheel
flow
The other rappers below
They like "Shit"
These young nigga carter bandz, Yeah he got to much drip
OBJ shit with the money
No gucci mane im so icey
Baaad, Yea, Aon, Bamm Muzik M KEYZ
Mo days in front of me, then what's behind, fuck what you choose to think
Money all around and its armored like I
Gucci Mane I’m fucking nervous
This shit done turned me to another person
My momma told me I was fucking worthless
Cause’ I was servin’ servin’
wanna roll with me cause I got money now, uh
Feel like Gucci Mane I'm so icy now (Bah)
Feel like Carti with the base and I'm servin' out handouts
I was in
Yea
I'm still on my bald head getting money heaux shit (Been getting money)
Stopping traffic shaking ass with my whole click (Shaking ass)
I'm on some
Hundred pints in, so we called it the lean house (lean)
Gucci Mane, yeah, I'm the king now
Used to be the plug, but now he just a fiend now (Gucci
Finesse king, that's my reputation
Take your ass out, with no hesitation
I'll sell you anything, like my nigga Radric
I'm talkin' 'bout Gucci Mane, you
and call it 24s
You sit on 24s and we sip on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fuck wit bitches that give me mo'
Man, you
and call it 24s
You sit on 24s and we sip on 24s
Got the Caddy sitting on a pair of Gucci penny-loafs
I get money, fuck wit bitches that give me mo'
Man, you
through my Dolce Gabbana
Gucci and Prada, baby, I gotta lotta
The Luciana ain't a problem for papa
That's all you want then, baby girl, I'ma holla
Take the bowl to the face I'm too high
By myself but I still have a good time
Mane I swear this new loud pack too fire
Crack it open break it down
na short like I don't care for real ahuh
Still 'di ako just just para sa tulad ko kailangan mo mag adjust just
Cause once you're mine let me remind
No place she would rather be
Than dancing in front of me
Gucci Mane I'm from the street
But I got ice all over me
Got my dawg with me
I swear my
her’s though
Bang em like I’m Kirko Bang
I pick up dimes like I lost loose change
I do kick game
My shoe strings still Liu Kang
I’m still the mane
I smoke
though
Bang em like I’m Kirko Bang
I pick up dimes like I lost loose change
I do kick game
My shoe strings still Liu Kang
I’m still the mane
I smoke strong
villainous
Still a gorilla i'm pillagin' villages and
Buildings, pavilions, king Kong
I'm pro'bly makin' a song for Kim Jong
So ching-chong
Kiddies sing-along
right back
Y’all can have these hoes
Pop mo bottles than average Joes
Fuck mo models than Diddy
I just want the money
I don’t love
I dont love shit but
tricked out I brought 4 hoes to my place
They call me Gucci Mane Picasso 'cause I painted they face
Guwop
Last time I took drugs I just took half of it
respect that if he owned it, but nah he ain't take that route
Let's go
Imma get this money that's by all means
I'm fillin' prescriptions like I'm Walgreens
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