Lyrics:
brick (Aye!)
Quarter pound, half a pound
Whole pound (Okay!)
100 pills, 1000 pills, serving major
Weight
JuiceMan and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
Deemz na beacie, szmato
Jedna loża, cztery groupie w niej
Każda z nich chce Gucci bag
Na twarzy wypisany lód tak jak Gucci Mane
Przejmujemy
what I mean Gucci Mane La Flare (Gucci we did it again)
So ice entertainment we rocking like that
Haha Mr. Perfect baby haha
Feel me Smell me Appraise me
people think I'm crazy
But Gucci Mane really love all that shit ?
Hundred ? a day shit, hundred dollar blind shit
You can wear my shoes ?
Millions
clique
Set up by a dark skin bitch, she was dumb thick
Gucci Mane keep pulling up in darkly painted cars
Dropped the top on your bitch, now she looking
Read my paperwork, Gucci Mane, A1
Hangin' by myself 'cause I know I won't say nothin'
I just will call my lawyer, I ain't seen nothin'
Everybody got
suits, a bunch of bowties
They gon' need a lot of black suits, a bunch of bowties
Doin' songs for Gucci Mane, now I done ran them stupid bands up
Make
stunt
Nah, we ain't 'bout to pull no publicity stunt
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
I thought you felt like Gucci Mane in 2006
I
me
They say my chain so cold, but my watch too hot
My earrings bling, pinkie ring on fire
Twinkle twinkle, see the stars pass by
Gucci Mane ain't
idol, Instagram model
Drankin' out the bottle, heard she like to swallow
Gucci Mane a model, snakes all on my collar
Brand new Winnebago, lay low with
you tuti-fruit, you through
I'm an animal, a cannibal, they say I'm on the loose
Animal, a cannibal, they say I'm on the loose
Gucci Mane La Flare,
anyway
Playin' around with my awards
Gucci Mane is a cool dude
But a nigga might turn into a werewolf
Got a stash box and it's all hundreds
And your
anyway
Playin' around with my awards
Gucci Mane is a cool dude
But a nigga might turn into a werewolf
Got a stash box and it's all hundreds
And your
Count money all day, count money all day, count money all
Money all, money all day
Say mane, no matter where I go, no matter what I do
If chillin'
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her panty hose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know
Jewelry game amazin', car game crazy (brr, brr)
Gucci Mane LaFlare walkin' 'round the city, say cheese
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Ridin' with my
in weeks
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
Gucci Mane the flyy nigga get your mind right
Or a crys by the twelve like a case of budlight
Sell a cush by a bell so
Yup, yuo
Gucci Mane in this motherfucker (Gucci Gucci)
My nigga Zo' on the track (My nigga Zo')
That real shit, that real shit
I'm a hood rich
pop shit the way I pop it
Million-dollar watch on my wrist, no cappin' (bling)
Say he got money, where it went? What happened?
Sign with Gucci Mane
what you lil' boys got to prove
Jimmy Choo belt, bag, and boots, and my glasses Jimmy too
Y'all young boys y'all better move, Gucci Mane got shooters too
the ground (ground)
Dirty money, Gucci Mane, no hundreds in the ground (Guwop)
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, came from scratch
Ayy, ayy, raise
nerve
3 thousand 5 hundred dollars call that a loui' purse
A pent house sweet for me and her, call that a loss her skirt
Nigga out shine Gucci mane I
and gucci mane make the trap ay.
They twerk in birds in,so we work in,packin a truck stop and a train ?? we been flip jugs,we tote it off the fork lift,the
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