Lyrics:
on your block say you'se a real weak coward
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin' they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
on your block say you'se a real weak coward
High five, low five
I left them niggas hangin' they get no five
Gucci Mane they say that I got nine lives
wear uniform
Gucci Mane a dapper don, cap 'em like a Capricorn
Trapper man goin' on a money makin' marathon
You're a joker, I be robbin'
Gucci mane frank nitty got it like
That never seen a chick wit a body like that
Shawty actin feisty too damn sheisty
Get wit Gucci mane baby you be
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
Icey boys, and we still tote Uzis
It's about money, it ain't never 'bout music
Yeah, he from the streets
But he still ain't Gucci
Hunnid bottles
man round here hundred grand in dis bitch
gucci mane round here understand over dig
gucci mane im da man thousand pounds of mid grade
make a friday out
Eleven, twelve, he escaped from hell
"Gucci Mane got long money" ,that's what these bitches say
"And I'ma pay his bond money", that's where my shooter
When I'm in LA, pedal to the floor, mane
Your bitch in my face, she must be a hoe
Mane
Money in the way, I can't see my floor, mane
Pull up,
Ding-A-Ling I Do My Thug Thing When I'm In The Club Mane When You Heard So Icy You Thought Of Gucci Mane I Got That Stupid Money So I Bought A Stupid Chain
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
much money, I'm splurgin'
Woke up in a new Bugatti, dropped in the punani
Call me Gucci Mane Delantic, bitch or you can call me Money
Red Dawn, I'ma
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
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
sayin' (Sheit)
Then the niggaz be like diamonds on the chest thick
Wrist, arm, fist, man, Gucci Mane, La Flare, he the shit
Gucci Mane in the party,
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
hard to kill
They say Gucci Mane's a cutthroat he probably is
He'll rob steal and kill and he probably will
They say Gucci Mane a jack boy he probably
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
ear lobe
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Weirdo, weirdo, I'm a weirdo
Gucci mane, drummer boy
Dis here for da weirdos
Had it like a bag a dro
Flowin'
ain't gettin' no money then that bitch in the way
I'm Gucci Mane La Flare I make five million a day (well damn, five million a day?)
Gucci Mane La Flare
get blown away
Gucci Mane got long money
Bitch that's all I got to say
Gucci mane got long money
That's what them bitches say
Gucci mane got long money
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)
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
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
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