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Spend a stack, make it back
I've been moving static how they tell me I'm not that?
I go steady in the city I got two
Six boys out the car, how we

on anybody dont u ever doubt it
Im that hitta homie go'on and tell somebody
I be riding dirty dont u tell nobody Ridin til i die like im drunken driving
I be

your nose
I don't walk no hoochie, bitch, she keep talkin' bout Gucci fits
Keep on tellin' me she love me, must be on some stupid shit

I tell all my

Tell em birds it's ova
Do I have to show ya
Big on the beat yea big on the beat
Breath on hot you smelling like feet
Money on thin its looking like me

you want, the power, the fame, devours
Tell me what you want, the power, the money, devours

We on that big boy shit, Ooh kill em!
Stackin money

know I'm still by ya side
Stuck in my head lost all just for you
Would you do things would you tell me the truth?
Gave it my all so just save the excuses

Ghetto

Yo Gotti

Testimony [Deluxe Version]

2014

she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know

well

Shawty know I'ma fortune teller 
Diamonds all on my neck look like wishing well
Tell that boy I ain't stupid, nigga 
Keep 'em wrapped in

we do the braids
South do the fades
Them Nawf-side boys thugs, South playa made
Geah - the hustle's paid cause they
Get the blow for the low
We by

Bitch ima killa, you know that im ruthless
VVS on me, these thotties be choosin
All these chains on me, I feel like im gucci
That boy he mad cuz im with

Day by day (Simple as a pimple pimpin)
Do it Day by day yeah (Gotta live ya life)
I don't know about you
Day by day
Yeah
10 Toes in the game, boy you

gotta high point
What you think that shit ain't Gucci
Man, you's a dead boy
I bring with me the morgue
Naw, I ain't tryna race but I
Bring with me

disrespecting yourself
Man I hate it (Man I hate), ten bucks for a new Gucci belt
Boy I don't take it (Nah), but sometimes I can't even tell
And I fell (Yuh), got

give up her body, she giving up addies she meetin' my standards
Gucci with snakes so I pop up my collar
Lose it again, i'll be up by tomorrow
Got my own

different
when i step on stages u know that its too lit,
competition i ma eat em like sushi,
u flex with ur gucci i flex with my bullshit,
but im still on top

tennis shoes
My teachers use to tell me
That I wasn't gone be shit
But my mama use to tell me
Boy I know you gone be rich
Up early in the morning cooking

She been callin my name
She been wispy my name to the air
Take her to the moon
You call me youngdrich
You tell things
I will do it
For you my girl

Fly Like Me

Amerie

Hate It or Love It

2007

for these girls was like my day to day
Get 'em alone, I jump 'em and then fade away
I give it good so some of 'em won't stay away
They try to lock me

the, show the, show
I'm so embellished windy City cigarillo
I'm not god fearing boy, God steer me
Cfello
Sip lemonade by Gucci, the XL tee, yellow
Tell

And get money
Yeah I'm paid
Aine gotta tell a lie
So everything I be ten Kay
I just told em I'm solid

I stacked it up off profit
Yeah I stacked it
Ima kick

Just got some YSL boy I'm fly as hell
448 up on the scale
I got clientele
Bitch I'm the big drippa
What you couldn't tell?
Took a L then gave em hell

screws loose so we had to drill him, peel him, skin him
Gucci my denim just tell how it is
I can stand right on my block wit no gliz

Yall pussy yall

preach tell 'em luci got you

Gucci got you looking good 
You bought the store with you 
Ice on yo' teeth you keep the lean with you 
Prada on my name when

the streets say
& it's 20 on me and I'm still by that store
So you tell me why the fuck I ain't dead yet
Cause these niggas know
If they spin em a bend
I'm