Lyrics:
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
I don't love hoes, mane
I'm aimin' at yo' skull!
Smoked out, loced out
Ridin' with the pistol grip
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
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
boy Gucci
Yeah, we make them hoes say
Yeah Money Makin' Records man
T know Laflare Entertainment
True what's happening?
Yeah, I call'em true
no even get ride
I no fit trek
I don’t feel your vibe
CHORUS:
She said no money no love
No money no love oh
Say she wan wear Gucci purse oh
Say she
and get money
Said rap and get money, motherfucker
Ain't this shit funny?
Don't do it for money, don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
freedom ring
Preach the truth like Luther King
Spit that trap shit nigga I feel like Gucci mane
Who is he
I'm VIP
I'm GOD
Got what you need but it ain't for
mane!
Rostrum Records in this bitch! Taylor Gang
Heavy Hustle
I work hard for everything so why not solute?
They say a grind pays baby all I got is proof
should thank me (it's Gucci, huh)
And, you should thank, th-thank, man, you should thank me
She wanna date me, she wanna rape me
I'm Gucci Mane, and I
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
bitch, you just sucked on the president
Gucci Mane and Thugger, man, together, that's one heavy team
She a very freaky girl, the best in the world
Crist', fuck bitches
And send them goons if them goons on our shitlist
Guess what I heard? Gucci Mane back
Guess what I heard? Man he reppin Big Cat
home girl
I know who you talking bout mane I had one too
And my bm she go hammer time
What getting money
I knew this one chick and mane she was bad
kidneys
In love with pills mane I barely like Henny
They said make a hit but I already did it
Slept on goat I need a blacked out Bentley
And Gucci and Fendi
It's Gucci
GoldLink
Shy Glizzy
D.C., E.A
She see money all around me
I look like I'm the man, yeah
But I was down and out like last week
still love me (ha)
New nigga 'gon kill for me (yeah)
All my chains got diamonds in it (bling)
My account got commas in it (cash)
Damn daddy, you fine
and linguine (Phew)
My luggage Gucci, I'm G ain't no Fendi (Gucci)
Head nigga like Boosie, bitch by the Trina
The coupe is red and ruby (red)
Somewhere
the alligator get you
Bullets go to rippin', make the neighbors start trippin'
Trap closin' early 'cause the Gucci Mane comin'
Gucci Mane LaFlare, I got all
I love you, but I don't think I can love you anymore
When I kiss you so good (Mario)
Why would you wanna break up? (Gucci)
When this lovin' is
Gucci Mane, Gucci
Runnin' back just like I'm a run it back
While my diamonds doin' jumpin' jacks my pockets gettin' fat
I'm gettin' fat, obese, I won't
in my last prime
Four times, times five
That's twenty primes, that I go in
So ferocious
Lion
I ain't lyin... mane
What you tryna do?
You be Gucci mane
(flex)
Baby suck my dick like candycane
Every day
Make a money rain
I'm young Gucci Mane
I'm young Gucci Mane
Make bazer like Drose
I'm flex like a boss
begin
No I.D. my mentor, but it's time for the story's end, yeah
Ayy, I'm tryna do shit different now (woo)
I love this BPM, but this a different style
huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby
What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G
That's titty boy no pity boy big scar
.jpg/240px-Gucci_Mane_at_515_Alive_(cropped_portrait).jpg "Gucci Mane")
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