Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Loser"

"Loser"


[Intro:]
Loser....
Haaaa...
S'Gucci!!!

[Hook:]
Loser....
He's a Loser....
Loser....
Your Boyfriend is a Loser

Since I lost my top does that make me a loser
Know you love that nigga but your boyfriend is a loser
Weed, pills, mollies, man I'm a drug user
Your girlfriend on dick, man your girlfriend is a chooser

[Verse 1:]
I beat that pussy up, Gucci Mane is a bruiser
No shirt in Miami riding on a scooter
I'm wrestling with the work you can call me Lex Luger
I fucked your mama, Damn, I swear that bitch is a cougar
Your sister's so fine I bought her a Landcruiser
Your daddy wanna buck? I'm a hit him with the Ruger
I fuck your girlfriend then act like I never knew her
Every time I see a disser that's the way I do her
I tote a lot of weight like a motherfuckin mover
I rock so much Gucci you would think I was a booster
I sell a lot of chickens yeah I keep a lot of roosters
I'm Gucci Mane, a Martian, and your boyfriend is a loser

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
True Religion pants man, I guess I'm a True-er
Got a lot to prove man I guess that I'm a prover
Lost another case, guess that makes me a loser
Make a lot of money man that's the way that I manuever
Gucci Mane the shit bitch yeah I'm the manure
I'm dreaming 'bout your girl I guess my mind is in the sewer
I'm fuckin with these bitches man cuz Gucci Mane's a flirter
I don't fuck with lames, man, your boyfriend is a worker
Killin every track man I swear I am a murker
Rude with these bitches so they say that I'm a jerker
I only use her mouth so that makes me a user
Get lost after I screw her and that makes me a loser

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Love Somebody"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Love Somebody"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Hook:]
If ya need somebody say yeah yeah
And if ya love somebody say hell yea

[Verse 1:]
I can't even lie, baby girl, you're super cool
And I got a crush on you, just like first day of school
Every time I bought some shoes, I bought yo ass some shoes
Every time I bought some Trues, you got a pair of Trues
Thinkin' of me by myself, now girl I'm so confused
Tell me why you do the thangs you do the thangs you do
I like the way you walk, you walk the way you move
Ain't no secret bout it, baby that's what made me choose
When you end up here with me
Then fuck that shit with screamin' oh
Them bitches not shit, mami, them hoes just wanna break us
Come on girl, let's fall in love, cause I'm so tired of being tough
This might be beginner's luck and I don't wanna fuck it up
I'm a get yo hair did, baby, just so I can mess it up
Grab that skirt when you get off of work so we can dress it up
I'm a be here thick and thin and God ain't gon' keep testing us
I say I wouldn't do it again, but I just keep on messing up

[Hook:]
If ya need somebody say yeah yeah
And if she love somebody say hell yea
And if ya got somebody say yea yea
(And if you love that nigga, say hell yea)
(I wanna know)
I wanna know if you got em say yea yea
(I wanna know)
I wanna know if you love em say hell yea
(I wanna know)
I need to know if you need em say hell yea
But if you really love that bitch, say hell yea

[Verse 2:]
Verse 2, I love you, I trust you,
I'll fuck you all ni-ight
I'll treat your body ri-ight
Buy you black diamonds, no night
Have you ever had your name on a seat belt of yo fli-ight
'Cause that bitch belong to you
Motherfuck who think they king, baby girl I'm thronin' you
La'Tumba ass cologne for you
And I ain't neva eva had a girl like you
I know what to do with a girl like you
That's why I just had a little girl for you
You perfect, I might leave Thug's world for you
And I can't wait till I get home
So you can arma do with that down
Arrr, and I can't wait to get in da house
Cause I'm a eat that pizza on the couch
(Pussy!) (You know what I'm talkin' bout)
And I can't wait to get upstairs
If I'm a put yo legs in the air
And I can't wait till we get done
Cause I'm a beat that pussy in the morning

 

[fox69]

"M&M's"
(with PeeWee Longway)

"M&M's"
(with PeeWee Longway)



[Hook:]
You a hussler nigga water whipping
Getting it out the pole
How you countin up the mili nigga
Put it on the road
She work for a quarter milly clapping her ass
Sliding down the pole
She fucking no million dollar nigga
He fucking no million dollar hoe
No M&M's
His home though more than a million
With no M&M's on the low
Don't fuck with no pee young niggas
I put those M&M's on the road
Me and my bitch Jay Z and Beyonce got
That ill money is all you owe
I see them M&M nigga rachel blindfold

[Verse 1:]
Tucking the kid again
Hoppin up on I can kill again
Fucking around with the M&M
Got me taking up flashing them creeps again
Tell me do nothing but bitch in there
How can I how can I help you dear
I only talk for some ear in your ear
Your diamonds so clear, my maddam my dear
I fly at the pizzle for a slice of that pizza
Minus the Jay-Z with double Monifa
Better be careful don't look at me B
Type in your google and look foor peewee
Dull boy, I make you throw your thousands away
It's PeeWee Longway with the M&M
My bank accounts sayin no M&M
The benz I'm in is a concept
That bitch ain't even dry yet
My film pack is some molly
Take off like a rocket
Them hoes be sayin they're sick of him
I adress my bitches she shit on them
I make her beg as I set her lane
They callin her shit ridiculous

[Hook:]
You a hussler nigga water whipping
Getting it out the pole
How you countin up the mili nigga
Put it on the road
She work for a quarter milly clapping her ass
Sliding down the pole
She fucking no million dollar nigga
He fucking no million dollar hoe
No M&M's
His home though more than a million
With no M&M's on the low
Don't fuck with no pee young niggas
I put those M&M's on the road
Me and my bitch Jay Z and Beyonce got
That ill money is all you owe
I see them M&M nigga rachel blindfold

[Verse 2:]
Every hay bank account got M&M
OG gang bang we ain't running through that
Put gasoline all over in that air pom
On the road a long way blue to M&M
And I don't fuck around with no peon
Can't hit my weed hit a little long
Big bird account give me that bee to hunt
Trying 2 dues on the phone not to a half
God damn that's what need you to sign
Sharpin to a rapper sell 'em brezzels with the bells
She made a quarter mil on the pole singing that
Fish tellin not to major riot on my ass
Met made Josh riot on the voices
M&M got a nigga BVS a glass
Met my main bitch Jay Z Beyonce
Spending M&M's on with the same lane
Spending M&M's joining for a rerun
Dope digging your bitch now she again
You claim you're hussling when you're more weak for them
I got a big truck full of OG here
Neighborhood and OG pay well
Lately those call me sea willy
I mean the racks in your pocket that's seaweed
Big bang no doves on pink weed

[Hook:]
You a hussler nigga water whipping
Getting it out the pole
How you countin up the mili nigga
Put it on the road
She work for a quarter milly clapping her ass
Sliding down the pole
She fucking no million dollar nigga
He fucking no million dollar hoe
No M&M's
His home though more than a million
With no M&M's on the low
Don't fuck with no pee young niggas
I put those M&M's on the road
Me and my bitch Jay Z and Beyonce got
That ill money is all you owe
I see them M&M nigga rachel blindfold

[Verse 3:]
And my bitch wear 4 mili
Ratchel we're getting it
Bounce that ass on the pole
Fuck a puppy bayroll
Tough got bank on me mili
Cham my ass out in philly
Longway blew M&M and mili
I'm double down with too silly
Just say I got a D boy discussing
She the reason I rerock them chickens
In a new air group I fly creeping
Yellow whipping her deuce trying to get the M&M's
Got the juice while we pour up the money
Jammers got what the young nigga thinking
Wrist game got a nigga like halo
Hey baby look at my bling bling
Tossing with the M&M don't bang bang
She keeps on bang bang bang bang
These hoes don't always dang dang
Versace diamonds in the motherfucking pang ring
These matches down well with my Hermes
Bought the M&M brrrat brraat gun play
Throw your gap boy on the runaway
You should've seen a nigga air chop foreplay

[Hook:]
You a hussler nigga water whipping
Getting it out the pole
How you countin up the mili nigga
Put it on the road
She work for a quarter milly clapping her ass
Sliding down the pole
She fucking no million dollar nigga
He fucking no million dollar hoe
No M&M's
His home though more than a million
With no M&M's on the low
Don't fuck with no pee young niggas
I put those M&M's on the road
Me and my bitch Jay Z and Beyonce got
That ill money is all you owe
I see them M&M nigga rachel blindfold

 

[fox69]

"Make It Look Easy"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

"Make It Look Easy"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)



[Hook: Gucci Mane]
I make it look easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Yea all my real "get money" ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Yea all my real "get money" ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy

[Verse 1:]
They know me as the king of the shine
It's Busta Buss, bitch, they call me stimulus rhymes
Familiar with women I got you curious times two
Delirious with bread, so serious with the mind
Conspicuous, you might wanna take a flick of this line
I'm sick with this, think you really wanna get with the swine flu?
Ridiculous, with such a meticulous grind (ooh)
Ventriloquist, the way niggas will spit when I rhyme too
Sometimes it's hard to believe me, the way I
Come with them classics and make it look easy and then I
Make me this money and spend it so freely and Jedi
Corner the market, that's when I

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Yea all my real "get money" ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Yea all my real "get money" ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy

[Verse 2:]
Know what this custom Louis just cost me?
Well if you did, you'd probably get your fucking hand off me
It's Damier leather chocolate darker than coffee
Staring at the space shuttle, when I pull up they pull off, see?
Shawty be probably be pushing and answer me softly
She love the fact that I rep everything that a boss be
The type of boss she should get to know, and never should cross me
That make certain shit happen, I don't really think you should force me
All the way from the start to the finish, my friend I
Be getting it popping from the spot til they tell me can I
Make it look easier than fighting a midget ridder
Both of that kush nigga then I

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Yea all my real "get money" ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Yea all my real "get money" ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy

[Verse 3:]
So see me make my diamonds I'm a go with high society
Busta rhyming, rocking custom diamonds
I'm blinding, shit to me is easy grinding
Even if I was signed, ain't no need to sign me
Entirely, too turnt up my mind is
Focused on money like the IRS is
I pull up in a scratched Lexus with Texas
Tags, so many bricks I cause erections
Lethal injection, electric necklace
(Bling) I'm flexing so check that off the checklist
I'm hungry, I'm eating rappers for breakfast
Respect, one verse will leave you breathless
I'm rapping on a Biggie beat, they didn't expect it
Fucking with me, expect the unexpected
Easy, breezy, cover like make-up
That way you cook make up I wait to cook cakes up

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Yea all my real "get money" ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy
All my real "get money ballas" stand up
Yea all my real "get money" ballas stand up stand up
Get money money money money
Easy easy easy
I make it look easy

 

[fox69]

"Make Yo Move"
(feat. Quavo)

"Make Yo Move"
(feat. Quavo)



[Intro – Quavo:]
Got to make that move
Go to make that move
Got to make that move girl

[Hook – Quavo:]
I know you seeing all this money I got on me
I know you staying over there, I know you want me
If your team get my team, girl it’s on me
What you gone do, got to make your move
Make that move, make that move
Make your move, what you gone do
Make that move, make that move
Got to make your move, what you gone do

[Verse 1 – Quavo:]
Pull up on [?], my diamonds are flaring, lil mama start staring
She looking at me and I’m looking at her and I like what she wearing
She made me want to run around, you just like an errand
No Halle Berry, no Jennifer Hudson, there ain’t no comparing
She walk around with that hair long to her booty crack
Girl you make me want to eat you up like a Scooby Snack
If you we was playing basketball I’d hit your ass with that Shaq Attack
When I hit it from the back shawty act like a boomerang and she bring it back
Got me hit like Jackie Chan, [?]
I wanna take you home, wake up next to you in the morning
She popped a molly now all the sudden she snoring
She talk too much, annoying

[Hook – Quavo]

[Verse 2 – Gucci Mane:]
Gave her 1000 dollars, cause the bitch so thick and she suck good dick
I don’t give a fuck about it, and I don’t miss shit and I don’t miss shit
Cause I be fucking balling, when I hit layin’ next, wanna have sex, fuck them niggas
Call me Gucci, you pay me 100 for a feature my nigga, Gucci gon come and get ya
Your [?] the truth, Imma come and get you, but bring that money with you
You like graffiti, I don’t like fine art cause I’m a bigger picture
And matter fact, the way I ball, bitch I’m a motion picture
Your bitch got motion sickness cause we riding on 26s

[Hook – Quavo][x2]

 

[fox69]

"Making Love To The Money"

"Making Love To The Money"


[Chorus:]
Makin love to the money
I swear the sex great
I kicked them hoes out
but let the money stay
makin love to the money like a sex tape
I'm talkin kim k I'm talkin Ray J
makin love to the money on the interstate
can't keep my hands off her
we on a dinner date
I'm makin love to my money
shawty keep me str8
I cant live without her
I fuck her everyday

[Verse 1:]
Shawty stay by my side when I started grindin
she the main reason why a nigga shinin
strippers cant see me all this money flyin
30 yrs old talkin bout retirin
I'ma show these hoes who the king of diamonds soon as I walk in the king of diamonds
she broke up wit me once almost had me cryin
she knew that I was cheatin cause she caught me lyin
king of the jungle I'ma lion
white line at the house
we named it Miley Cyrus
she never talk back baby very private
she got me talkin shit but she kinda quiet

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I gotta take her every where
cause these niggas crazy
only leave her by herself
on special occasions
I love makin love cause she so amazing
when I bring her to the club
them hoes be goin crazy
every nigga in the hood
wanna fuck my lady
cant wait for me to slip
so they can take my baby
she get me outta jams
or tight situations
love aint got no cut off point
aint no limitations
she got me in that dice sittin on them thangs
we strikin out them hoes dont look at me the same but fuck it they aint gotta fuck wit me at all
I pick my baby up & took her to the mall

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Now baby aint no angel
but she a keeper
before she dealt wit me
she dealt wit some real evil people
she bought me ak's call it desert eagles
cocaine hammer pills man its stupid regals
I took her from her ex yeaa he kinda cheap
the very day she left
we started beepin
and she dont ever lie to me
she keep it real
your bitch keep comin short
my bitch keep wearin heels
she keep on standin tall
she never stand me up
she'll go to war wit anybody
she dont give a fuck
she help me keep it in the road
like a hub cap
so I keep her on my mind
like a skull cap

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Making Love To The Money"

"Making Love To The Money"


[Chorus:]
Makin love to the money
I swear the sex great
I kicked them hoes out
but let the money stay
makin love to the money like a sex tape
I'm talkin kim k I'm talkin Ray J
makin love to the money on the interstate
can't keep my hands off her
we on a dinner date
I'm makin love to my money
shawty keep me str8
I cant live without her
I fuck her everyday

[Verse 1:]
Shawty stay by my side when I started grindin
she the main reason why a nigga shinin
strippers cant see me all this money flyin
30 yrs old talkin bout retirin
I'ma show these hoes who the king of diamonds soon as I walk in the king of diamonds
she broke up wit me once almost had me cryin
she knew that I was cheatin cause she caught me lyin
king of the jungle I'ma lion
white line at the house
we named it Miley Cyrus
she never talk back baby very private
she got me talkin shit but she kinda quiet

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I gotta take her every where
cause these niggas crazy
only leave her by herself
on special occasions
I love makin love cause she so amazing
when I bring her to the club
them hoes be goin crazy
every nigga in the hood
wanna fuck my lady
cant wait for me to slip
so they can take my baby
she get me outta jams
or tight situations
love aint got no cut off point
aint no limitations
she got me in that dice sittin on them thangs
we strikin out them hoes dont look at me the same but fuck it they aint gotta fuck wit me at all
I pick my baby up & took her to the mall

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Now baby aint no angel
but she a keeper
before she dealt wit me
she dealt wit some real evil people
she bought me ak's call it desert eagles
cocaine hammer pills man its stupid regals
I took her from her ex yeaa he kinda cheap
the very day she left
we started beepin
and she dont ever lie to me
she keep it real
your bitch keep comin short
my bitch keep wearin heels
she keep on standin tall
she never stand me up
she'll go to war wit anybody
she dont give a fuck
she help me keep it in the road
like a hub cap
so I keep her on my mind
like a skull cap

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Making Money"

"Making Money"


[Verse 1:]
God damn a little boy got M’s
On my wall lives 100 eggplants
They say you got money, nothing else matters
But two things nigga, family matters most
I got money and I smoke, smoke, smoke
I pray to god I don’t ever go broke
I ain’t never ever stopped selling dope
And I’ll never stop buying mink coats
My girl [?] got a pink diamond choker
Yellow diamond necklace costa [?]
She got a walk kinda slow cause she’s a meal ticket
I only fuck with bad bitches, Gucci real picky
I got a city bitch, a country bitch, turn me up a lil bit
I gave you a lot of it, y’all ain’t seen the half of it
I got 30 squares, pussy nigga do the math of it
I got good aim, pussy nigga Gucci accurate

[Hook:]
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
Imma keep making money, Imma keep making money
You keep making comics, Imma keep making commas
You keep making cockpits, but I keep making commas
Money don’t make you real, but I really do got money
You keep chasing pussy, and I keep chasing money

[Verse 2:]
Can’t stop me nigga, can’t block me nigga
Better chill, sit back and just watch me nigga
Getting so much top might top that nigga
Imma open up shop, come shop young nigga
Been Guwop, let’s shootout nigga
Tell the fuck nigga up to 2Pac nigga
She sleep in my bed and she give me good head
But she still worrying bout what the bitch gon say
Still saying Imma get rich one day
Imma get money every goddamn day
Broke ass niggas can’t get no date
In the club, singing out, shawty swing my way
Money will talk like a high top fade
I’m a rich kid, baby who wanna come play?
At the club live on a Sunday, screaming out free my nigga Fortre
Sir Mixalot, my [?] are on broadway
Serve bricks a lot, I got so much yay
She a filthy bitch, she got a filthy twat
I can tell that the bitch sucks dicks a lot
I started off a nick bag, ran it up to a big bag
Never friends with a shitbag, get glad or get mad

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Man Of The Year"

"Man Of The Year"


[Chorus:]
Hood dreams I got all year
Feeling like the new king of the throne here
Got enough chains on for every hoe in here
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year
Man of the year
Man of the year
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year
Man of the year
Man man of the year
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year

I'm Gucci Mane what you mean money ain't a thing to me
Pull up in that new saline
Smoking green my lifes a dream
My goons with me get a room with me
These niggas cant stand in a room with me
So many car its confusing me
Cant keep a girl girls keep choosing me
I dun OD on jewelry
Fuck low key I'm a OG
So I stand out
Like a black man in a white house I'm too street
With my shirt off
Like a white man get a sun tan on South Beach
Cant out me
No doubt we the kings of the jungle of concrete
And to sell a million of it in 1 week
Still keep the AK on the front seat
I'm cocky don't knock me
I need brakes so you hatas cant stop me

[Chorus:]
Hood dreams I got all year
Feeling like the new king of the throne here
Got enough chains on for every hoe in here
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year
Man of the year
Man man of the year
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year
Man of the year
Man man of the year
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year

I'm kill in it dialysis
Keep a shooter close by for incident
No coincidence
If you get your head knocked off instantly
Its eminent
I do it like I invented it
You idiot
Illiterate
Illegitimate
I'm sick man ain't no benefits
I started it cant finish dis
I cashed it out you rented it
I swagged it out then passed it out
You cuffed it all you stingy bitch
With some dusty jeans on and dingy kicks
Talking cash shit ain't making sense
Cause ya ??
Ain't making moves
Wanna put on on and cant fit the shoes
I'm too much my future price is too much
I done blowed up
Every time that I roll up
Them hoes be like HOLD Uuuup

[Chorus:]
Hood dreams I got all year
Feeling like the new king of the throne here
Got enough chains on for every hoe in here
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year
Man of the year
Man man of the year
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year
Man of the year
Man man of the year
Lets give a hand for Gucci Mane man of the year

 

[fox69]

"Maybe Its The Juice"

"Maybe Its The Juice"


[Intro:]
Shhh… don't say nothing
I know you broke, be quiet
Big money talkin' (burr)
Count up
R.I.P Double Dee
Brick Squad
Go!
No breathing
No [?] either mane
Don't hit my line if you ain't gon' buy something

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
All that gold in your mouth, boy you thugged out
I'm not a maid, but I clean out the gambling house
She said, "Gucci, out, take it out, ouch ouch"
Rich nigga beat your back out on Versace couches
Got my sleeves on, got my top off
Her nails ain't pressed on, her hair ain't snatching out
They say I'm tacky yellow, white jewelry mismatching now
Money bulgin' out my Diesel khakis, yeah, it's bulgin' out
Miss lady say she know me
I'm ballin' like Ginobili
She say I fucked her in east LA, man that's just what she told me
She suck me till my toes curl, I asked her "Whatcha owe me"
Said "Wop don't owe her nothing man, but beat it like I stole it"
Sitting at the Floyd fight, Golden Boy Promotions
Said you signed to Def for what? Man I put that on my Rolly
Got them black All Stars on me, like a OG
Had a black Bentley, now it's red on Forgi’s

[Hook - Gucci Mane:]
Maybe it's the juice
Maybe it's the juice
She want to get loose, so I let her drink the juice
Double deuce, double cup, pour a fo' or two
Sliding in the coupe, half a pint in my apple juice

[Verse 2:]
My first gun was a double deuce
Who got the juice? Who got the Juice? I'll throw you off the roof
I'm Gucci Lion rastafari, and I fuck with Snoop
I'm Uncle Gucci, K.O.D. got hoes like Uncle Luke
You in a weak crew nigga making checkers moves
Chess moves, Tim Duncan, nigga vet moves
So many snakes in the grass, bought a mongoose
I camouflaged my Foamposites like some jungle
It's Gucci

[Hook]