Lyrics:
they wanna know
How I did it, man, I did it like that
I got me a Gucci but they find out better
Young nigga rich like I'm bustin', make money when I die
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
about my hustle, bitch
Big ol' golden gates, you at the Gucci Mane estates (it's Gucci)
It's money on the table, by your head, let's say the grace
Baby girl
Oh gal you a queen, Fendi fi your body
Queen Louis V fi your body
Gucci fi your body
Baby girl, make me show you the high life
How do you do it?
Mane
Hey how you doing?
Let’s try to keep it moving (Let’s Get it)
From the school of hard knocks
Only pussy nigga truant (They
don't have my support
Fuck the judge, fuck thе court
How you street and report?
Gucci shades, I'm a rich dork
(Boy, fuck you, nigga)
Damn, asking for
that gun, mane that lil' nigga keep on brickin'
If you ain't got money or no bodies, then you won't get my attention
And yo' ass can't even buy a meal,
comments act like I don't see it
Gucci got long money that's no secret (long)
Big booty rich bitch who I sleep with (huh)
Niggas think they slick they
juice mane
I got that juice mane
I got that juice
Juice box drop top
Get the code lock box
Ion chase Shìt but motherfuckn green block
Yo main nigga
contra
More chains then Buster, and more hoes then Usher
It's Gucci Mane & Drama, so that means more commas
I'm hands on like a laptop, get your cap
What's up? Let's go
Let's go, man (yo, girl, you heard that Dirty shit?)
Yo, Snoop Dogg
Yo, Dre (yeah, yeah, yeah, that nigga taking over)
Yo,
nigga
I wanted Gucci and Fendi, my nigga
Gucci, Givenchy, my nigga
But none of them crackers ain't love us, my nigga
All of them crackers said fuck
a rich bitch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was posting pictures of the gifts that he would gift her
But the pussy goes
Bag full of bluies,
Belt made by Louis,
Ion rock no Gucci, but I fucked your bitch to Gucci
Bag full of bluies,
Belt made by Louis,
Ion rock no
hole right in yo hat
BOW BOW BOW BOW out the gat
Wallet be gettin' too fat
I don't wear Gucci or Prada, or 'Preme but a nigga still countin' my cake
I
dank no limit, it’s the tank again
Ice cream, Gucci Mane with the diamond grin
And if you really love me baby let me fuck your friend
I’m so turnt up
DJ Stevie J (We gon' get to it nigga)
Real niggas (by any means necessary)
Rich niggas (We were born like this)
Fly shit
I be on some fly nigga
drive you insane
Don't give a fuck about your pain
Mane these young niggas lame
Get rich, fuck the fame
Snakes everywhere young nigga Keep the flame
Never
(Yung Lan on the track, brr)
1017 (Brr, brr, brr)
Asian the doll, Wop!
Where you at? (Doll)
Gucci Mane, Asian (Brr)
(Hunnid bands for a kilo,
up can't NFL me like Trump
Just "Gucci Gang" me like Pump
Like Gucci Mane with a cup
My Gucci came with a pump
My Coogi fit me like Puff
Like Gucci rap
Would you ride then, if I wasn't drivin'?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I
Would you ride then, if I wasn't drivin'?
If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I
of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail
For
could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
(What?)
New plans, forty grands on the Lex land
I'm the white Gucci Mane with a spray tan
(Spray tan)
Big ballers don't
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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