Lyrics:
Your baby mama's a loyal fan, she say she love the Gucci Mane (she love it)
Guwop talkin' rude again, I pull up with them hooligans (plug)
Fuckin'
look like Janet Jackson
I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action
Gucci Mane you stupid man I love the way you flowin'
Ridin' in my
Mane for real they wanna live like the king, be like the king feel like the king (You know? Ahaha)
I'm surrounded by some young boyz I feel like
and the furious
[Chorus]
I'm on a shopping spree [Repeat: x6]
[Gucci Mane]
Chevy to a Chevy Chevy to a Lamborghini
You cant be me or see me unless you
I took her out, it was a Friday night
I wore cologne to get the feeling right
We started making out and she took off my pants
But then I turned
changing
Who I once was
Each moment seemed so small
When looked at by itself
But it adds up
And it has torn me down
All lines are gone (whispering
gutta chick
Man I love that bitch
The way she look and moan
When she taking it
And don't mind McDonald's
Ain't no bougie bitch
When I wake up
Breakfast
surrounded by the same shit
I’m on a champagne sip
Got the flame late still moving up
It’s open seas like the salve ship
Buffling the plague click
You know you
ran it up while you was on the slab and put in work
Got that girl all out of season, why you ain't Gucci her?
Fuck 'round killed her off that Strong
(Quincy Tellem)
Gucci on, we Gucci Mane
Can't go halves with him
We didn't starve with him, ee-yay
Keep my hunchos in the safe
See her jaw
they bitch,
It don't make no sense we just laugh at them clowns
Pull up to the club everybody like wow,
Watch cost a car car cost a house
Catch me in
30 G's
Next they brought me 30 keys
I risked my life for 30
Sware to god I do it again
Gucci Mane the, trending topic, fuck I mean
Imma keep my, thing
I got a better idea)
(I'ma buy my bitch a new car on Gucci Mane expense my nigga)
(Straight up) On Gucci, on Gucci Mane? 'Preciate it
Yeah dog
It's Gucci!
Richie!
1017, Rich Forever
Burr
I don't even know how much my wrist cost
Ayy, ayy
(TheLabCook)
Plug walk (heh, plug walk, plug,
in my Blackberry, freak hit me on the text
Come and beat it up, I just need a minute
You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it, yes!
Niggas don't
I smoked a whole lot
Not by myself man I smoked it wit the whole house
Drop top Chevy when I pull up to my ol' house
Damn it feel good ridin' round
keep on commin to me
They should call me coma boy
Lights, camera, action main attraction
It's Gucci mane in the caption
I'm trafficing that internet
ever she needs
Even the mary jeans
Get it by any means
Gucci and Louis Vuitton
Gucci and Louis Vuitton
Gucci and Louis Vuitton
Gucci and Louis Vuitton
No
could tell, dawg
Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dawg
Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still here, dawg
How did I finesse all
the tree"
Yeah, my left wrist is on freeze (burr), is it cold or is it me? (Or is it me?)
Boy you ain't no lil' Gucci Mane, your ass a wannabe (a wannabe)
niggas be jumpin'
And plus if you add it up, add it up
Put it up in your heart
Pussy might fry your heart
Ayy, ayy blasted, blasted, ayy (Gang, yeah)
Ayy
extra cold
My flow sick need them extra o's
I need an extra stove
So so I'm so icy my squad run in snow
You know it and you knew before so much dough
I
meet a gurl dat will shine like me (shine like me)
'Cause I'm wit da gucci mane, im so icey.
Go head, go head
Go head, go head
Go head, go head
Go
best when you got the guns turned a hundred
Eighty degrees
And finding out if it adds all up right
We go through all the same lines or sell out
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