Lyrics:
Walkin' to the Gucci store honey I'm home
I am on my shit I need a pamper on me
Toilet paper on the side for example homie
I, get, money
I know you
All she want is money
Not a nigga
Nor a friend
Been rose though she grew up from the pavement
Never liked r&b but love Gucci mane
Aye aye aye
All
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
whose associates don't have at least a M
I love the letter M, Gucci Mane a G
I'm from BC, Bouldercrest and I be skrapped up to the T
I used to have
the boy got heat
Tractor trailer jumpin' out the freight like "Beep" (beep)
This ain't a mixtape, all my bricks cost a fee (skrrt)
I-20 Gucci Mane
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
that Gucci Mane (baby, baby, baby, baby, I need racks, hey)
Yeah, yeah (hey)
If I need some racks, I'ma flip me some packs
I talk like I want
to me, best money I ever spent
Hey, I can't even lie, I'm so super high
Do not need her, will not keep her unless she is fly
Gucci Mane's a thug, your
gettin' money, I know that it hurt you (it's Gucci)
See me go up and I know that it hurt you
I know that it hurt you, I know that it hurt you
Money
Yea yea mane, this D-Nero mane
Representin' them I&E Blockburners mane
Y'all know what time it is mane
Gotta grind before you shine mane
This not
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
Um actin' like a tiger
20 bails and show yo nigga 850 an hour
Gucci mane and willie kid you silly bitch
Da stupidest
Critics try to rate dis shit
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
damn Gucci Mane
You done did that shit again
Goin' knee deep in the earth so that you can have a chain
My body wrote on like an essay
But homie no
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
(Buddah Bless this beat)
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way
Vote for me for President
Money something maintain
I smoke so much
I'm Trippy Mane
Paint so wet
It's slippery mane
I'm bout to run for President
(Of
I'm a G, from on top of sheets
Gucci Mane a beast
Don't be scared, I just come prepared
When you fuckin me
Half a mil laying on the floor
Why you're
and I'm headed straight to it
Shippin' money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the truck, that's how I feel
I'm in
Comme Gucci Mane je vise le top et le drop-top, woohoo
On bosse pour ce foutu hip-hop
Y'a les rappeurs qui pop d'autres qui floppent
Oui, j'en vois
my crazy past, it's Wop (gossip)
Yeah
It's Gucci (gossip)
Gucci Mane
Guwopo (gossip)
Wizzop (gossip)
Zaytoven
Traphouse, uh (gossip)
I hear
it's a helluvalife
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Rosay naw beer, toast
Baby say cheers, major ice make ya say burr
Cake so big it's like yea
Swag so stupid Ima
Holla at your boy manana
Maybach come wit' a recliner
Run up on it and shit will get uglier than an iguana
This is only a reminder it's Young Money
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money
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