Search results for 'lots of cash by gucci mane' Page #7

Why would you cross the boss
Know you gon take a loss
Yea i got flava bitch 
You will get lost in the sauce 
No I'm not Gucci mane
But these Gucci's

Bank Roll

T.I.

Best Trappers Alive

2009

gucci mane hundred and thats funny to me
When you see me can't miss me please dont diss me cause this bank roll a have ya ass missin bank roll nigga

made it to da Bob Barkers
Guccis like I do me, be out by da mornin
Pay Attention, dis is real shit
Like a walk to da Shell from Turf, so you can feel

a movement but all I gotta say is please free
my nigga gucci im soulja boy tell and my
life is a movement but all I gotta say is mane free my nigga gucci

the bread, acting little funny turn into a target 

Fly by, shift fast, burning gas, cutting cars 
When I pull up cash no card
Drive far, foreign car, hear

ain't runnin wit it
Puttin food in my stomach wit it
Might do a lil stuntin wit it

Mane the early bird he late
When he show up gk ate
I been posted by

poppin' (Yuh)
Bought the whole mall, no more window shopping (Nah)
Girls gone wild, got them jaw dropping (Ooh)
Gucci Mane on yo' ass, yea I'm drop toppin'

Minute Maid 
Call my nigga Pico Pears 
Pew, Pew 
It's out of here 
Trapper of the fucking year 
Like Gucci Mane In Zone 6
Versace shit I'm on one 
I'm mad

get it poppin' (Yuh)
Bought the whole mall, no more window shopping (Nah)
Girls gone wild, got them jaw dropping (Ooh)
Gucci Mane on yo' ass, yea I'm

Nagrywam więcej niż Gucci Mane
Powijam Cię to dobre dupsko musisz mieć
Twój chłopak za ciebie buli cash
A dobrze wiem że i tak bardziej lubisz mnie

сука, I be poppin bands, сука
Put yo hands, ho, Gucci lenses frames, though!

Started from the bottom on my way up
Cash on the brain when I wake up
Don’t

payed
I want my sound to last past my last days
Is that too much to ask
I know nothing last
I've done a lot but I need mo
Like I was cutting grass
Ahead

a ship on the sea
Got a lot of cash, groccery shopping is a spree
And you know you got played like mtv
Picking up the plastic when I switch whips
And you

popsicle huh
Boomin alot of dope woah
Way too much cash dont  fold 
We riding wit life in the trunk do not swerve on the road
I hit me a lick then skurt

a whole lot of cash
Race to the money like flash
Adding up numbers do math
Don’t trust none you give your last
They gon stab you in the back
Soon as they

it
I cannot mess with no loser, aye
I just been showing and proving, aye
I get the bag like I'm Gucci Mane
But I do not spend it on Gucci, aye
These

no drive-by's
We walked over

COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas

huh, huh
Nonstop shoppin' ass, poppin' tags, huh
I spend cash a lot
Any niggas havin' cash, but they ain't
Got what I got, huh, huh
I'm havin' hoes, huh,

Ain't fuck up on the cash with my bitch
I got that fettuccine on me
I got that fettuccine
I got that fettuccine on me
I got that fettuccine
I got that

Whole lot of gang shit know we bout to drop
Twenty acre land new cars off the lot
Riding round town wit a dope boy knot
Know I gotta get it five O's

We been winning
Shooting movies with the boys up in the mansion
I need that wraith
I need a phantom
Word to Gucci all that money makes you handsome

deal
They ask me how I do it, man, I tell 'em "God is real"
I'm in the booth with Gucci mane, I swear that shit gave me the chills
Got me scratchin'

Bossy

Keke Palmer

Bossy

(saucy)
And my clothes (cost me)

December cold, walk by feel the draft
Lil booty's mine, don't need a lot of ass
I'm my own boss and I got my own cash

Ass on her fucking self i produce
Consume a lot of cash by my fucking self
All that bush that me and scooter flip
We need a fucking belt
They think I’m