Lyrics:
cold just like a freezer
N she ain't messin wit no lames got Gucci on my sneaker
My bro's I'll let you know gettin money different states
I'll say it
The trunk is still, hopin' there's something between ya
Now she laughin' how she took your ass to the cleaners
Mane, I'm on your side, not tryna
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
up like cellophane
And maybe when I wake up in the morning I'll feel better yea
No I still feel the same, fuck it lets do this again
I'm Gucci Mane
wrist still hitting plane Bin Laden
Draped in this Gucci Cape
They think I'm Gucci Mane Remind them
No I ain't Gucci Davis
But I put the Rod in Rick
She
The trunk is still, hopin' there's something between ya
Now she laughin' how she took your ass to the cleaners
Mane, I'm on your side, not tryna
punch shawty I will make you see the light mayne
Stomp-out shawty I will make you read my Jordans
Try Gucci Mane boy you must be retarded
Glock
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It, Gucci Mane slayed it (it's Gucci)
Cole walkin' out with M's, the promoter paid it (wow)
The promoter paid it
like I'm Gucci Mane
bad bitches wanna taste it
wanna taste it
ya ya
I feel like I'm a main dish
What's wrong with being lazy
I like money better than
to the business
Nigga got a vision I'm rich by September
I been out my fucking mind mane
I'm still tryna figure out bout when my true time is
So I keep on with my
Big Cat, Laflare (Big Cat)
Gucci Mane, Laflare (Gucci Gucci)
We will be be respected (respect)
See we can get it poppin (we can get it poppin)
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
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
might be
Yeah!
Gucci Mane gotta lot of fame nigga get your mind right
Or a cries by the twelve like a case of Bud Light
Sell a cush by a bell so you
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
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
a problem
Can't knock em
I got em all by the collars
A buncha dachshunds
Don't call me Matthew no mo call me awesome
I'm kinda awkward give caution
Off
the money in the
Put the money in the fucking bag
Put the money in the
Put the money in the fucking bag
Put the mo-mo-mo-mo
Put the money in the fucking bag
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
mafia
Yeah i'm ridin' horseback thru the coco fields Gucci down, Louis Bag shit gettin' real
Never catch me never find me needin'
My money stay dirty
One AM, stone as night
Still blessed man to be here man
Real shit, so I'm still kicking it
I do it better than most of these guys
Getting money
cause this game filthy
Thats why you keep it cocked nigga
Homies out here getting popped nigga
Still can’t believe the other day my homie Poopa mane
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
pussy
Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' okay Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy
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