Lyrics:
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
(yeah) its Gucci
Gucci
So icy entertainment
Atlantic records man (yeah)
Lets get money man
Its our year
Pay me 15 gs yo track ill
(J. White I need a beat I can go off on)
You changed on me Mr. Wop
You're not the same Gucci Mane from the block
And you're so mean
to yourself
Waiting on Gucci Mane to call you
Nigga better not hold your breath
I got money that I saved then I'm back on road
Get my jewelry out the safe
hard like I've been fightin' with Floyd (burr)
Put your hands on Gucci Mane, on God, I'm sendin' your ass to God
Don't talk about my enemies, they dead
and vote for me.
Vote for me, smoke with me,
Front a couple bags, I'll let you work for me.
Sell dope for me, then blow for me,
Gucci Mane got work, yeah
[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
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed
(brr)
When they talkin' big money, the only time I'm wearin' it (woo)
Niggas be crabs with their money, Gucci Mane don't cherish it (racks)
But if I
can't cash
I'm the lawnmower man and yo' ass is grass
Gucci Mane make a nigga wear a shit bag
Actin bad like a kid at Six Flags
I'll send some slugs
and he's so corny
I'm so hood that the hoes get horny
'07 Corvette on off-set shorties
If thirties the new twenty then order me forty
Gucci Mane rabbit
as a broom, it can kill a reindeer (yeah)
Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here (skrrt)
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here (nah)
Then
(free big Gucci Mane), bitch, I'm Blood
Blood in, Blood out (blatt), pull up, drop top Viper (woo)
Cuz in, cuz out (cuz), blue suit followed by
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
Gucci Mane that trap God, and I had ya paranoid
Paranoid, I gotcha paranoid
You can run, but you can't hide, 'cause I can
It's a white girl in town: name is "cocaine"
It's some dirty birds in town: Gucci Mane and Waka Flame
We flying, we buying, say you got more bird?
niggaz ain't fuckin with me
Mob up off that run day, SK's, AK's
Throwaways I let that triple up like ? triple beam we crackin
[Chorus]
Gucci Mane
attention (fuck it)
Mr. Drippy Drippy, have you swimmin' with the fishes
They want the old Gucci Mane that do a verse for a chicken
Old Gucci Mane
trust her
Can't love her, can't trust her
Drop, Phantom, camera, Rolls
Tripped her out her pantyhose
She heard Gucci Mane's a dog (woof)
You know the way
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
In the concrete jungle of Queens trying to be Kings
Getting to the money of sins by any means
As I, watch it all pan out, try not to stand out
Fish out
choppas pimp
So how the hell you chop or flip you water bluffin' water wimp
There's no land next to Gucci money just ask wack and shock n' dem
Early
so icey all about our WEALTH
Gucci mane i sign myself yo swag is kinda stale
Sick flow i need ah ginger ALE undercover i think you
Are TWELVE long
to violins
Autobiography, Gucci Mane the author
And I'm the trap sponsor, Gucci Mane's the father
An eight figure nigga just walked into Wal-Mart
If you
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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