Lyrics:
on the up
Like a elevator
Gucci Mane and Tity Boi
College Park and Decatur
Now I do it for the haters
Started with a Buick LeSabre
Ended with that
homie by mails
Keepin' dollars upon highlets come from skate no skills
Now my mummy where our money buy me
Every CD be like dine and wine
That's my mummy
police on a young boss playa trying to money mack up on a million
Retrospect tha game I'll get yo cap peeled mane
Whoopin' ass and takin' names about my
Yea
Yea yea yea
Hmm
Dem talk say money no dey
But Gucci and Versace
Oga show me the way
Mo fe kole si Miami
(Kole si Miami)
Dem talk money no Dey
But
don't really know an I don't really care
'Cause me and my money's like Sonny and Cher
Spend down at the Gucci store
I never spend dow on the coochy
I'm married to the money 'cause most of these hoes is skeezy
You know I'm so icy, but a nigga don't know Jeezy
Ayy, I be rocking Gucci, mane, I make
down the hallway
Skippin' class like the line
Bumping Graduation I was loving cold play
I would rap in no time
Smoking kush with OJ
Gucci Mane's
miles
Gotta make it happen
This the only thing i know
Touch my first 40gs
Mane that shit was sweet
I needed mo'money mo'money
So we swept the streetz
idk mane
Still got mob ties
But knock a bitch and take a flight and have a Mai Tai
When from the little gangster to the fly guy
Talking slick get hit
ooh, ya better cum
Bet I run this shit
I don't run from shit
I'll still beat your ass
Like a fucking drumstick
Weezy Fucking baby, baby
Make
gucci everythang, bitch thats what my money do
Fresh J's brand new K's, bitch thats what my money do
Mo patron and purple haze, bitch thats what my money
pockets swole (the money)
Big bankroll, top floor South Beach (top)
Long money Gucci, ask your bitch 'bout me (ask)
Penthouse suite, four hoes, two weeks
game on my new hoes
More than one time was I told that I was too cold
Gucci Mane, tryna be grizzly burr on these hoes
Foundation laid, and from that,
niggas said the same thing
'bout them niggas last year, mane
Ain't no nobod
Hol' Hol' on, my damn phone still on
Hello? Yeah, I'm still here
Oh shit, dog
give a fuck 'bout a blowout
If we wanna smoke with you, boy, you can't go out
Still gettin' money my label don't know 'bout
Court-side with the vibe
Ringin’ While That Trap Still Jumpin’ Mane Thangs Ain’t Changed, Money Still Comin’
Phone Still Ringin’ And That Trap Still Jumpin’ Mane
Thangs Ain’t
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
Doin' my best just to not blow my cover
Know it's all just a test, but I can't pass up this hunger
There's still a hole in my chest and I'm tryna
to jail
I got mo' p**** to swell and mo' dreams to tell
I ain't going back to jail, I ain't going back to jail
And tell ya old man I ain't going back
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
down my dow (door)
With me thats how it goes
A hundred thou' a show
Me making records, movies, and tv shows
It equals mo money, mo money, mo money
Yeah I got problems
Yeah
Mo money Mo money
Equal problems
Yeah
I look in the mirror with no problems
Yeah
I told all my family that I got us an I got
no money)
Flipping my dollars it gone bring me mo
Pops been a hustler told me get money
Never been accustomed to hanging with busters
Cowards wanna
a cutie, we spoonin'
Take it back and take a look at yourself
Take the lesson, put it all in the air
Too many days gone by
Sittin' by the phone, waitin'
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