Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Ice Cold"
(feat. Verse Simmons)

"Ice Cold"
(feat. Verse Simmons)



[Hook 1:]
Baby I don't mean to stare cause yo nigga right there
I suggest you fuck with me cause baby I'm a bigger player
If yo man is a square then you shouldn't fuck with squares
I suggest you call yo girl cause I fuck bitches by the pair
From the bed to the couch, fuckin all over the house
If yo man don't pay yo rent then I suggest I put him out
I suggest you invest in a nigga with some clout
I suggest that you put a real nigga off in yo mouth

[Hook 2:]
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold

[Verse 1:]
I'm so cold when it come to hoes
Think my heart is made of cold
If you watch my mama though she'll say my heart is made of gold
But my Rollie made of gold and my heart been turned to stone
And my boss a rolling stone and where he lay his head home
Baby girl I'm freezing, take me out the freezer
If you don't believe me I can make you a believer
My motor had a heart attack, my truck it had a seizure
All this gold around my neck, they think I come from Asia
Gucci Mane got stupid grown so you can fire that weed up
Go on and call yo hairdressed cause I'm a fuck yo weave up
Diamond rings all on my fingers, I look like a preacher
Losers keepers, you can keep er, I just want a freak

[Hook 1:]
Baby I don't mean to stare cause yo nigga right there
I suggest you fuck with me cause baby I'm a bigger player
If yo man is a square then you shouldn't fuck with squares
I suggest you call yo girl cause I fuck bitches by the pair
From the bed to the couch, fuckin all over the house
If yo man don't pay yo rent then I suggest I put him out
I suggest you invest in a nigga with some clout
I suggest that you put a real nigga off in yo mouth

[Hook 2:]
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold

[Verse 2:]
Coldhearted, I got mo money than a gold artist
They say rappin make you money, I keep buyin mo Rarris
Strangers talk when they walk by me then say sorry
And if a nigga touch me shutdown the whole damn party
Drinkin Rose out the bottle, like a ice cold vodka
They say you bought her the D but you just start ballin
I used to run up on the scene but I got no degree Shawty
Niggas don't gotta fuck with me long as these bitches keep callin
I'm a stone cold killer, load my shot Glock 40
You got a problem fore you walk, don't be no deadmad walkin
Tried to be a humble nigga but my bread started talkin
Tried to tell my dogs to stop but them choppas start barkin
I say what the fuck I wanna say like my nigga Charles Barkley
How you gon play ball with niggas when you niggas not ballin
Tried to sneak me in the joint, had to stomp em to the floor
I ain't goin' back no more cause it's ice cold in the hole

[Hook 1:]
Baby I don't mean to stare cause yo nigga right there
I suggest you fuck with me cause baby I'm a bigger player
If yo man is a square then you shouldn't fuck with squares
I suggest you call yo girl cause I fuck bitches by the pair
From the bed to the couch, fuckin all over the house
If yo man don't pay yo rent then I suggest I put him out
I suggest you invest in a nigga with some clout
I suggest that you put a real nigga off in yo mouth

[Hook 2:]
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold, yea yea yea...
You know I'm ice cold, yea yea yea...
Ice cold

 

[fox69]

"Ice Cream"
(feat. Migos)

"Ice Cream"
(feat. Migos)



[Hook - Quavo:]
Mister ice cream man [x4]
I'm sellin' ice cream [x2]
Mister ice cream man [x4]
I'm sellin' ice cream [x2]

[Takeoff:]
I'm sellin' ice cream and popsicles
I'm sellin' all ladies and skittles
24's on the ice cream truck, got the pots and the pans
Yeah I'm bout to cook it up (whip, whip!)

[Quavo:]
Sippin' on lean like slushy
Got a foreign bad bitch, she russian
Smoking on gas and [?]
Got molly, got xans, got cookies

[Takeoff:]
Got coke, got dope and I get'em out the boat
Kids on the block kill for the ice cream cone
Xanax bar with a [Klondike bar]
Ice cream man I'm a retro star

[Quavo:]
Pull up on your block
Like Gucci brrt the whole block
Remixing, nigga rerock (remix!)
Them birds come in by the flock

[Hook - Quavo:]
Mister ice cream man [x4]
I'm sellin' ice cream [x2]
Mister ice cream man [x4]
I'm sellin' ice cream [x2]

[Gucci Mane:]
House full of mexican (que pasa)
Cook the dope one time again (muy bien)
Shooting dice cause I'm a gambling man (eres muy guapo)
Heroin from Afghanistan
El holmes I can't understand that
What you mean? I don't talk english I can't comprehende
Fuck you mean? Got this F&N can you comprehende
Fuck them bricks, you said there where coming wednesday

[Hook - Quavo:]
Mister ice cream man [x4]
I'm sellin' ice cream [x2]
Mister ice cream man [x4]
I'm sellin' ice cream [x2]

 

[fox69]

"Icy"
(feat. Young Jeezy, Boo)

"Icy"
(feat. Young Jeezy, Boo)



I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy

[Chorus:]
All these girls excited
Oooo ya know they like it
I'm so icy, so icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All yo friends invited
I'm so icy, so icy

[1st Verse: Young Jeezy]
Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit, u can even add a couple grand for my outfit
U betta act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy da Snowman
Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy da Snowman
I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y'all niggaz is slow man (slow man)
(Man what the fuck y'all...yo dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G ('ol G)
I'm da shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata
These niggaz don't like me
I'm wit da Gucci Mane and I'm so icy

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse: Gucci Mane]
She diggin my fit, she think I'm da shit
Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Mane, don't kiss me baby u can kiss my chain
Ya gotta be a dime piece,
just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy
wit da antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cuza nigga ain't petty
I'm icy, so muthafuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna
be like Gucci when they grow up
Me, jeezy and Boo
We ain't hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what u do
Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse: Boo]
I'm hoppin out the range wit da seats piped out
You can still see my chain even when da lights out
Cuz dat's how monsters do it
Spit a lil game give 'em that flosser music
I'm da man from da C.H.I.
These lames runnin 'round thinkin they so fly
Got a lil buzz but Boo been too high
I'm pullin hoes in da club and I don't even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris
Get at Gucci Mane cuz he on some lil shit
And you know I'm in da cut, grippin my 4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin
We just takin all ya chicks, buyin drinks gettin blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
We throwin out hundreds while you savin them ones

[Hook:]
I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I'm da bomb, just look at my charms
I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick

[Chorus]

I'm so icy
Look at my charms
My...chain...hang...down...to my dick

 

[fox69]

"Im Offended"
(with Young Dolph)

"Im Offended"
(with Young Dolph)



[Verse 1:]
Husslers, ballers, gangsters, trap niggas
This one before I spend my all for my sag niggas
I can show you how to stall and get it back niggas
You ain't no trap nigga then I don't wanna rap with
None of the pills that I wanna lay in
Light did a nigga take that, fake shots like I'm late splash
Chicago our maid is, South Memphis where I got paid is
Now done we burned allowed
Me and Gucci back on the maybach
Nah, I don't think I just stay fit
Hundred million song way and my future I can taste that
No hold up I erase that
I need a whole billion don't give a fuck if we have to take that

[Hook:]
I ain't friendly I don't need you trappin friendly
Don't ask me if I'm wrong be what you spendin
If you see me then don't ask me if you feel me
All this money nigga I don't need you in my business
You just stepped on my gangsta toes and I'm a mad
Now I'm a offended
You just stepped on my gangsta toes and I'm a mad
Now I'm a offended
I thought you was a man that you defend yourself
And you ain't half the man the man you tryin to pretend

[Verse 2:]
When I rap through my hood they think the marrow flew
And if I stand on my money I'm just standing 92
And I've been hurting for so long I think my prayers came through
Now when I rap through the hood it's in the tout or bentley coupe
Louie shoes, Louie belt peb blow my way
Quarter me in New Jersey, groupie bitch give me my space
Don big as a soft ball, diamonds big as a golf ball
With a sack a nigga might bird crap
That bullet real like John walk
I'm a true gangsta, third bread hussler
Bustin in where I go, I rock 5 chains like a buster
Watch what you say to me, we ain't family
My goons are sprayed for me

[Hook:]
I ain't friendly I don't need you trappin friendly
Don't ask me if I'm wrong be what you spendin
If you see me then don't ask me if you feel me
All this money nigga I don't need you in my business
You just stepped on my gangsta toes and I'm a mad
Now I'm a offended
You just stepped on my gangsta toes and I'm a mad
Now I'm a offended
I thought you was a man that you defend yourself
And you ain't half the man the man you tryin to pretend

 

[fox69]

"In"
(feat. Yung Fresh)

"In"
(feat. Yung Fresh)



[Hook x2 – Gucci Mane & Yung Fresh:]
Like I’m crazy, in, tell me what you want to spend
Is you drinking? These niggas know I got that med
Got that cake and, Imma put that FN on your friend
What he thanking? I bet he won’t try that shit again

[Verse 1 – Gucci Mane:]
F is for Fendi, this FN is my firearm
My four second assassin, let bygones be bygones
Ice cream on my right cheek, tattoos on my right arm
Cold blooded like a pot thug, and my auntie stole my ball
I’m fresh greeting these Barkley’s, got a quarter pound of these broccolis
The neighbors can watch me but the police can’t stop me
Fuck trying out for JV, Marcell up in the hot seat
I’m in the ninth grade, fuck a senior, so I got to steal more car keys
I’m lowkey but I mostly, be with niggas that sell Ds
Smoke weed, I still cough, street [?] doing nine to three
[?] sound, that was 92, 91, where was you
8 ball jacket in middle school, always had something to prove
Ease off of these ice cubes, yeah I’m a nigga with an attitude
Cartier, I bought a pair, head so good got to hold her hair
Give her 500, that’s more than fair, brought attention so she got to stare
Woke up in the morning, I was out of there
Gucci Mane, the real affair

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2 – Yung Fresh:]
Mid end, it’s packed in, the back end of the caravan
Dudes speak [?] they understand, got rubber bands on rubber bands
Fuck your girl, one night stand, had her on her knees while I stand
Paint her face and her chin then never call that bitch again
Getting money my operation, getting money no hesitation
Super charge, you were made for racing
Sport rims, sport breaking
Kicking juugs all down at [?]
1000 for these niggas, come from [?]
I got em now so fuck waiting, you cash out, fuck debating
Fucked up a dime at the station, I’m counting money and contemplating
Glock 40 for any situation, I know how to equal the equation
Know I’m high, my eyes glazing, if you running then I’m chasing
Letting it go, that Glock blazing
Mask on, Vorhees, Jason
I’m running through it, thumbing through it
Serve him a dummy brick, he wish he knew it
Before he got to his state line, I was counting money, having a great time
Smoking great pound with a bitch that was real thick, you know this bitch fine
Served one nigga like two times, came back and ate about two nines

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"In"

"In"


[Hook x2:]
It's time to get paid, time to get it in
Call you when it come in, time to get it in
Once you in, ain't no gettin' out, blood in
Clean in, gas in, lean in

[Verse 1:]
Gucci in this bitch, I'm goin' in
At least a 50 on me 10 times out of 10
Street nigga, ballin' like an athlete when it's in
Got them new Jordans on and I'm not even playin'
On Glenwood, got that traphouse on that dead end
Burglar bar doors, I can't let you in
This shit's so crazy, you can't even trust your friends
Your girl fuckin' your right hand man, you in the pen
These hoes just wanna know what kind of car you're in ('Rari)
Designer bag, she's tryna keep up with her friends (Gucci)
A happy marriage, she divorced him in the end
Dividends, even a kingpin budgets what he spends

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
If a nigga try me, it's a [?]
Your mama, it's okay, pussy niggas go to Heaven
If I shoot you in your mouth, then the nae nae, you can tell 'em
Gucci Mane ain't scaredy, he don't need no one to help him
I'ma smoke a pound of blunts, then I'ma eat your ass for breakfast
And I would never diss another nigga just to sell a record
In the kitchen touchin' babies, call me Chester child molester
And if the packs is down on schedule, I give a fuck about a record
I ain't had work in 'bout two months, life ain't the same without the extra
40K for my gold Rollie, homie, that's without the bezel
Tell your girl do what I tell her cause your bankroll under pressure
I'm on the top, you in the basement, man we're on two different levels

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"In Love With A White Girl"
(feat. Yo Gotti)

"In Love With A White Girl"
(feat. Yo Gotti)



[Intro:]
White girl, white girl, shy girl, shy girl
White girls, white girls, night girl, night girl

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm from East Atlanta where they cuttin off fangas
Got a white girlfriend she be acting up her anus
She can get you knocked off with a point of her fanga
And she don't talk to strangers, she got red tangas
Got coke in a stranga and the lawyer retain her
So you hard so you soft, she got all kinds of angles
And it's California kush she got me talking like I'm Done (Done)
Playing with my money then I'm calling my attorney
And them people can't believe that Gucci man got jungle fever
And I think I love this girl because her price is hella cheaper
And like lu said it's better to loose a love than love a leaver
Running around town with them choppers about the same size...

[Hook:]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I'm in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I'm in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I'm in a club full of white girls (white girls)
I'll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
Mexican, hose, Virgina you don't say
Chopper bullets, rotate
Hundred round AK
Young nigga thugin bitch ya kno im color blind
Pocket full of money and all i stack is dollar signs
Im white girl crazy, rich don't got lazy,
Never been a racist, cuz white girls pay me
My credit card black new bitch brown skin
Duffle bag full of that green shit
Ain't nothing like my white friend
White benz, white on white,
Rolling on my grown man
30 corners in that bitch narrow with them thangs
I love that white girl, and I beat her like im OJ
Ridge Crest a promise junkies screaming like the OG

[Hook:]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I'm in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I'm in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I'm in a club full of white girls (white girls)
I'll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Creep out through the day, creature of the night
Let her sit on your face, she'll get you high as a kite
She knows just what you like, I know just what you need
If them white girls you like, bet I got one your type
Have a blonde for the day, brunette for the night
She got my pockets aight I bring her out in the light
I got the crowd I got them
I got them vans (it's Gucci)
I got her tucked off in my van
She fuck with me cause I'm the man
I'm passing kush out to my fans
And I don't think you understand
She got me folding other brands

[Hook:]
I fell in love with that white girl (white girl)
I love them pretty little white white girls (white girls)
I'm in the spot full of white girls (white girls)
I'm in the drop with the white girl (white girl)
I fell in love with the white girl (white girl)
It was love at first sight girl (sight girl)
I'm in a club full of white girls (white girls)
I'll be your boyfriend for the night girl (night girl)

 

[fox69]

"In My Business"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Rocko)

"In My Business"
(with Waka Flocka Flame, feat. Rocko)



[Intro/Chorus]
Yeah I stay busy, stay out my business
Cause I ride Benzes, ay that's my business
See all my lenses, are dark blue tinted
Cause I don't LIKE people in my business
In my business, I run my business
If ain't 'bout business, then I'm not listenin
In my business, I run my business
If ain't 'bout business, then I'm not listenin

[Gucci Mane]
If it ain't 'bout paper, there ain't no convo
See I ride scrapers, and y'all ride Volvos
But that's my M.O., I go where you won't go
I smoke what you cain't smoke, I'm rich and you're flat broke
See I'm not a blogger, and I'm not a jogger
I'm more like a mobster, just call me a baller
A Chevy Impala, sittin on them 40 O's
I got a lot of things but I owe 'em to Sergio
Gucci's a hustler, and he got clientele
Always got somethin to sell, just pullin your coattail
You hate me then oh well, I checked out a hotel
But now I get fan mail, my game at a stansstill
I checked out a hotel, you hate me then oh well
But now I get fan mail, my game at a standstill
Go spin like a windmill, I lower than windshield
See I got a good deal, but know what the hood feel

[Chorus]

[Waka Flocka Flame]
All I know, I'm one real nigga (Flocka)
Grew up 'round robberies and drug dealers
Dutches no Swishers, I'm the new God Fisher
Can't be Nino Brown cause that fuck nigga snitchin
Catch me on the Grove, chillin where it count
It's not just metaphors, pussy nigga you don't trap
Why they in my business? My name rang bells all through prison
They run up in my house cause they heard a nigga pitchin
Bitch that's my decision! Why you worryin 'bout me?
24 years old, I'm a fuckin O.G.
Riveralde in this bitch, young and rich, macaroni bitch
Two-door 6 B watch me shift, touchdown ref get off my dick
Middle finger when I see the (folk) fuck police
I got your salary hangin off my neckpiece
And to every nigga don't like me may you rest in piece
When I die label me a motherfuckin beast

[Chorus]

[Rocko]
Uhh uhh, they goin for 30, just sold 20
Got pajamas on, and I still feel like money
(This what I do!) Tied this down, my new hoes 20
The Beemer made me look 30, the Benz on 20's
Hell she talkin businee and lookin for it, you got any?
The L stash smash well hurry hurry bring plenty
(Bring it all) The full truck gank came we hungry in the streets
This dry town ain't rained for weeks
I'm still posted in the paint, try and stay on my pivot
I might travel in a minute, they better hurry and send it
(I'ma come get it) We independent, you talkin business nigga I'm listenin
A couple of commisary digits nigga to talk business

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Interlude #1: Toilet Bowl Shawty"
(feat. Mike Epps)

"Interlude #1: Toilet Bowl Shawty"
(feat. Mike Epps)



[jail bars shut]
So so, oh for real? Oh f'real?
Hell yeah man
Now now that's cold blooded
So you mean to tell me you had the whole shit on lock like dat?
Man I'm tellin you, like like Nino Brown
How many car?
Seventeen
Man, you mean to tell me
How mu', how much you make in in a day?
I'm tellin you man shit man money man
A million dollars, two million dollars
That's crazy
How many niggaz you have workin for you?
Shit, my lil' cousin, brother, my auntie
Oh you had them hoe
I see you goin mad shit though
How much money up there dawg?
Fifty thousand at a time
They shoulda fucked with a nigga mayne
Yeah I'm I'm I'm down, I'm the..
How much you lay on a nigga mayne?
I gotta get to know you a little bit
I'ma do somethin for ya, I'ma lay somethin on ya
Aww man, that's cold blooded, that's cold clooded
I'ma do somethin for ya youngblood, y'knahmean?
I know you out there tryin
So tell me somethin huh
How big the house wars you were talkin 'bout?
Oh I had man, many - which house?
Oh man, what the hell that bitch you used to be fuckin with?
Oh, shit uhh, Red, the red one?
Aww man that crazy-ass bitch
That's hard mayne, hard mayne
So tell me man that nigga used to work for you?
Oh yeah, oh yeah, that nigga would do anything I tell him
How much he owe you?
He don't owe me nuttin now
I done beat all my money out of his ass
Oh is that verified?
Yeah verified
Tell me somethin tell me somethin then okay okay
Youngblood
Tell me this right here, but check this out
What hood you from? [toilet flushing]
Uh, man I'm, I'm from all over the place
My momma lived everywhere
Moved all over the God damn city
[water running]

 

[fox69]

"Interlude #2: Toilet Bowl Shawty"
(feat. Mike Epps)

"Interlude #2: Toilet Bowl Shawty"
(feat. Mike Epps)



Yeah yeah man I'ma, ay!
Man I'm fin' to get up out that motherfucker
Them folk gonna let me go mayne!
Ay man that's cool, that's cool man
Let me get them, get them
Ay can I get them snacks man?
I'm workin more than any motherfucker in here man
Y'knahmtalkin bout man, way to get back on the turf man
I feel you, yeah I feel you I feel you
You deserve it mayne
Ay nigga, y'all nigga all out here in the motherfucker
Ay man that's cool ay man wait, can I get them shoes too?
Let me get the shoes, let me get the
Oh yeah, I'm gon' do what I'm gon do but
God damn whoop that {?} ass money, really
I know that's right, I know that's right
Send me somethin back nigga, sheeit!
Send me somethin back up in this
Put somethin on my books man, shit!
Oh yeah yeah, nigga handle that shit
Yeah
Let me, c'mon, let me get them honeybuns
Watch out NIGGA, get up watch out nigga
I got the honeybuns and the chips
This my nigga right here Gucci Mane
Guc' baby Guc'!
I ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, no
No, go ahead, pig out
Let me get the shit
Man I appreciate you baby, shit
Aw man it's all good y'know
Aw dude ain't nothin I keep it real y'know
Yeah keep it real out there man y'knahmean?
You out there gettin that money y'knahmean?
Passin them motherfuckers
It's my time and they ain't know a thing about
Yeah and you shinin like a motherfuckin
[toilet flushing] diamond ring right now player
'Preciate you [voice fades out]