Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Me"

"Me"


[Intro:]
Me
I got my own back
I'm the CEO CFO
Accountant manager
And superior

[Bridge:]
Who the only one you trust? (Me)
CEO, so who I'm signed to? (Me)
When I got beef man who I run to? (Me)
She live with you but why she ridin with (me)?
Bags of kush, who my weed man? (Me)
Get T's, BT's, man who my lean man? (Me)
Somewhere jury I got a million on (Me)
Versace diamonds these hoes keep kissin on (Me)

[Verse 1:]
Yellow diamond dripped in piss and say I rap explicit
In the kitchen whippin, doing additions, I'm my own assistant
I have a lick so low cuffed on myself that I took me the lean
If you ain't getting no money with me then what you doin with me?

[Hook:]
Me, me
I only think of me
Hoes say that I'm conceded 'cause it ain't no we
I book the club and do the show, chop up the bag with me
I cop the dope then front the dope, then me come shop with me
On the TV watchin me
In a Bentley listen to me
I'm my own stylist, I'm dressing me
I'm on go, no soon for lean
I'm so turned up, just me
You hatin on me and I'm hatin on you
Watchin you, watchin me
Is she cheatin on you? is she cheatin on me?

[Verse 2:]
Neh give me give me lean
Yea the bitch think it's in it
Fuckin then suckin me
Put it on a bitch when the game on me
As she put the thing on me, why you put the blame on me?
It's a shame on me
And that credit card on E, car on E
So you should put a mouth on me
Put it on freeze as a meat disease
Now if I make it, you'll do it for me?
Shoppin for you like I'm shoppin for me
But I'm trappin for you, but I'm trappin for me
Boss if a nigga, boy what the fuck mean?
Struggle for you but she cuddle for me
Boss of my labor, I'm rappin for me
And where would I be if it wasn't for me
Tony Montana, she wasn't for me
Wasn't for you and she wasn't for me
I'm lookin to a bitch well now leave it to me
Lookin at me and I'm drub of the week
Ride through the through with the top in the 10
Gucci Gambino, who talkin to me?
Baby latina, she fine as some jeans
Gucci bilingual, I'm talkin the tea

[Hook:]
Me, me
I only think of me
Hoes say that I'm conceded 'cause it ain't no we
I book the club and do the show, chop up the bag with me
I cop the dope then front the dope, then me come shop with me
On the TV watchin me
In a Bentley listen to me
I'm my own stylist, I'm dressing me
I'm on go, no soon for lean
I'm so turned up, just me
You hatin on me and I'm hatin on you
Watchin you, watchin me
Is she cheatin on you? is she cheatin on me?

[Verse 3:]
I got lean by the PT by I'm servin you
And they should've named Demetrius 'cus all I think about is me
MTV – that's Me TV
Edge over your lane but I'm ridin just me
One day trillin this damn RV
When the touchdown I'm a fuck the chick to me
Give it to me, leave it to me
You scream, don't want it, it happened to me
Yo girlfriend scorchin ass bitchin on me
I guess baby girl you could just see me
God I'm trippin the Z's, smoking disease
These hustlers ain't worth em, I'm happy to leave
Your uncle in but he'll be coppin for me
10 bills every week and they throw me the cheese
Snitch to the post, said you got it from me
Actors go broke, it won't happen to me
Don't gotta jumble but put out the numbers
So much, guess I need another machine
Rappers are fake, wish he a G
Who I'm on feature? I'm featuring me
No need of a manager managing me
Manage the dope and I'm weezing the lane

[Hook:]
Me, me
I only think of me
Hoes say that I'm conceded 'cause it ain't no we
I book the club and do the show, chop up the bag with me
I cop the dope then front the dope, then me come shop with me
On the TV watchin me
In a Bentley listen to me
I'm my own stylist, I'm dressing me
I'm on go, no soon for lean
I'm so turned up, just me
You hatin on me and I'm hatin on you
Watchin you, watchin me
Is she cheatin on you? is she cheatin on me?

[Bridge:]
Who the only one you trust? (Me)
CEO, so who I'm signed to? (Me)
When I got beef man who I run to? (Me)
She live with you but why she ridin with (me)?
Bags of kush, who my weed man? (Me)
Get T's, BT's, man who my lean man? (Me)
Somewhere jury I got a million on (Me)
Versace diamonds these hoes keep kissin on (Me)

 

[fox69]

"Me And My Niggas"

"Me And My Niggas"


Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
We ain't tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
You see cant catch meeee, gucci mane ain't runnin and i heard dey got pounds of weed
Got everythang you need from da X to da hard or soft nigga get served if you shop wit me
Got a team of cut throat niggas bout kickin doors clean off, when dey get dat word from me
Nigga please and my clique see 1 brick a piece den you gone get burnt to da third degree
Gotta two-twenty-three shootin bullets on da dot, a nigga finna get found by da birds and trees
Get ya ass dropped down on, by a nigga wit grill sayin get down on yo hands and knees
Give a fuck what anotha nigga got, who he shot, just long as da nigga don’t fuck wit me
Ain't neva been a nigga trickin bucks just to fuck, cuz a slut catch a real nigga nut for free
Catch me on da streets of da southeast, gold grill and a million dolla mouthpiece
Deres a lot of hatin shit said about me, cuz I'm ridin twenty threes on a grand prix
Bitch check my family tree, ain't nun but G’s, ain't no pussy nigga finna handle me
You can try and see, I bet you D-I-E, cuz love bussin shots out randomly
Have you lookin at da eyes of a dead body, grab a choppa come back shoot errbody
Give a fuck what ya homeboi say about it, ain't a muhfuckin secret I'm dead rowdy
I remember when I first start trappin, talkin sun valley tryna make shit happen
Sellin reefa dude, tryna make a lil loot, you can ask D and coop cuz dey seen me in action

Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
We ain't tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
[x2]

[Verse 2:]
First we lost smiley den we lost dre, den we lost twon den we lost ayon
Now my boy von doin time for a murder charge, shit lookin bad so I gotta pray for em
Where we come from niggas die young, a nigga truly blessed if he turn 21
Ill neva turn my back on my niggas from da crest, and I put da momma and my unborn son
Crest where I'm from, dats real tung, straight up out da slum, and my word is my bond
I rob wit my gun and I con wit my tongue, if a nigga still breathin den da job ain't done
Everything we serve A-1, still sellin jays straight drop dat make dey mouth feel numb
Still throwin big barbeques at da park, if u ain't from my hood den yo ass cant come

Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
We ain't tussle touch or tongue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
[x2]

[Verse 3:]
Nigga gotta hustle nigga gotta struggle, makin power moves gotta use a lil muscle
Gotta keep a tool, you a fool, if you think dat da straight drop crew ain't gone mothafuckin buss you
Tight like brothas, talkin bout hustle, if we don’t know you den we sho don’t trust you
Just might touch ya, cuz we feel like fuck ya, deres a lot of niggas getting killed on custer
Bouldercrest road bitch dats my post, use to sell blow up at dat store
Lost a lot of homebois in da process, only lord knows who'll be da next 2 go
Gotta studio on Gresham road, dats where da Gucci mane disc gets sold
Dats where I stand on deese ten toes, tryna make my money come back ten fold
Gucci got da work my nigga 10-4, drunker den drunk sippin on glenmoe
Got 4 grams bout 2 we score, hit pryor street gimme bout 10 mo
Still got da hydro fo da low, order too big holla at chevro
Straight drop clique tight like kinfolk, helpin each otha so we cant go broke

Me and my niggas we like brothers, talkin bout hustle down for each otha
We ain't tussle touch or toungue wrestle wit a nigga, we gone buss em off da muhfuckin muscle
[x2]

 

[fox69]

"Miracle"
(feat. Young Thug)

"Miracle"
(feat. Young Thug)



[Intro: Gucci Mane]
I thank God I woke up today
Trap God 2, nigga! Rich...
Soundtrack for the motherfuckin' streets
Scream!

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
It's a motherfuckin' miracle
Yeah, it's a motherfuckin' miracle
I make a half to a whole one
Yeah, that's a motherfuckin' miracle
Broke nigga turned millionaire
Yeah, it's a motherfuckin' miracle
Got 26s on my vehicles
And it's a motherfuckin' miracle

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Now, I ain't motherfuckin' lyrical
Got 50 bowls in my living room
My bedroom is the chicken room
I'm eatin' like it's Thanksgiving, fool
And I do it like a nigga do
I wrap up but I pull the trigga, too
Your best bet, get a bigger crew
I'm playin' chess while you shootin' pool
Make your next move be your best move
Run up on Guwap, I'm a let loose
What you mad for? Nigga, I'm upset too
They say the yellow jewelry jeweller in the rest room
On the top, a nigga'll hit you with a barstool
You the type of bitch'll make up, wear a costume
You little boys better go and watch some cartoons
'Cause I'm my own man, nigga, I'm my own goon
And I swear I got a whip game incredible
God take my breath now if I'm scared of you
I'll turn your best friend to a fuckin' vegetable
But I'm a stop talkin', I ain't tryna lecture you
I'm the president, nigga, it's election year
EA dictator, ain't no reelections here
Spectator nigga, test that's ahead of you
Before I dap you up, boy, I'd rather wet you up

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
AK's, ain't no pistols here
And we gon' wet you up here (oh my God)
Now it's a motherfuckin' miracle (what bruh?)
How I put a hundred bands in one ear
I've got two-on-two hundred bands in my ear
Who this nigga here? Standin' mighty close to my rear
I'm just keepin' it real
I'll go shoot his ass and his ear, damage my career
Hundred bands make me stand here
Diamonds come from...
Bitch, I'm just playin', I appear, diamonds crystal clear
Oh, you got them bands? Okay, dear, we gon' milk you here
Might be broke, I tattoo tears, and no M&Ms
I'm a throwback boy and a blood, I need them...
Guwap set up shop anywhere, anytime hoe
Thug'll come with glocks anywhere, any kind hoe
Green bells, white bells, oh, that smell, yeah, that smell
Very rare, we everywhere, you'd never dare, you in a wheelchair
I'll take that bitch, slut that bitch, fuck that bitch, suck that bitch
Send that bitch back to you dead broke, she like money, man
Suck you like a tidnit... give her your paper
Just to bring it back to me
She like when I shine like a glacier
My pinky rings are equator
My cups is no maper, I meant maple
Apple juice, purple, baby bottles, Gerbel
I man Gerber, kill shit, murder, sipper
Slurper, it's a motherfuckin' miracle, I'm lyrical

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

 

[fox69]

"Missing"
(feat. Sig HB)

"Missing"
(feat. Sig HB)



[Chorus:]
Wife beater, yellow diamonds, lookin pretty
Your chick took a look, now she hooked shawty with it.
Ferrari with the yellow forgiatos, Gucci trippin.
I hit the button in my Scaglietti and get missing.
Girlfriend missing, now you feel me?
458 paper tag it get missing, it get missing, it get missing.
I hit the thrax pass it back, girl lets get missing.

[Verse:]
?? filled the wrong prescription, I'm lifted, I'm gifted
the hood cant get enough they addicted
My pinky cost a 50 plus a 50, 50 at 100 quarter ticket
She miss me she wish she didn't get so damn addicted
afflicted she don't wanna be a statistic
first round pick she a bad bitch, a bad bitch
lookin at me lookin at her, damn she a draft pick
elaborate, photographic, gots to have it
my Georgia dick'll have her happy, drizzy getting married
riding through, zone six Atlanta in a carriage
white house, with white girls and they dancing nasty
redbones two redbones and they tatted
plug talking Spanish like Scarface and Manny
Ten birds ten whole thangs in the pantry
just hit, just right she forgot the panties.
ITS GUCCI.!!!!

[Chorus:]
Wife beater, yellow diamonds lookin pretty,
Your chick took a look, now she hooked shawty with it.
Ferrari with the yellow forgiatos, Gucci trippin.
I hit the button in my Scaglietti and get missing.
Girlfriend missing, now you feel me?
458 paper tag it get missing, it get missing, it get missing.
I hit the thrax pass it back, girl lets get missing.

[Verse:]
You think that I'm a sweet lick, boy you trippin
that's a dummy mission, end up missin.
face on a milkcart do you feel me?
200 in the AR, bullets flippin.
I ain't gotta talk, say a word they just blitzin
I ain't gotta rap I got more raps than ??
stacks in my pocket everyone, that's a million
60 grand rubber band that's how I'm livin
I got to much true religion like I'm ??
I'm stocked up on niggas its some denims on clearance
gwapped up, get eighty and appearance, hate a pretty lady, she can get it
we can get a bite to eat, lets get missing, my Ferrari's a site to see, half a million
freshest nigga you done seen, in a minute ?? everyday I handle business

[Chorus:]
Wife beater, yellow diamonds lookin pretty,
Your chick took a look, now she hooked shawty with it.
Ferrari with the yellow forgiatos, Gucci trippin.
I hit the button in my Scaglietti and get missing.
Girlfriend missing, now you feel me?
458 paper tag it get missing, it get missing, it get missing.
I hit the thrax pass it back, girl lets get missing.

[Verse:]
This is the life, fa lu lu lu
I'm poppin bottles me and my entourage
pull up in phantoms, raris, lambs and vettes, forgiatos shine to D.U.B's ??
ain't no scary money, plenty money girl we rich,
100 bottles, 50 deep tell your girls you with
they can kick it with some gangstas smokin bud and shit,
they like boy you to damn icey for this club ya diggg
??
I'm with my boy Gucci Mane, brick squad that is,
all the girls think that I'm to cool for this club ya digg

[Chorus:]
Wife beater, yellow diamonds lookin pretty,
Your chick took a look, now she hooked shawty with it.
Ferrari with the yellow forgiatos, Gucci trippin.
I hit the button in my Scaglietti and get missing.
Girlfriend missing, now you feel me?
458 paper tag it get missing, it get missing, it get missing.
I hit the thrax pass it back, girl lets get missing.

 

[fox69]

"Mo Money"
(feat. Oj Da Juiceman)

"Mo Money"
(feat. Oj Da Juiceman)



[Oj Da Juiceman]
Ayyyyyyy
So icy entertainment [2x]
Young juice
Ayyy producing pitburg, boy ayyy, oh 8 2 rida, where my h2o rida, ohh aint that rhyme? So ICY ENTERTAINMENT!!.

[Gucci Mane]
Boy hot boy, I think I need I side jump, dont hit me on that sidekick, cause I dont need a dodgecharge,
Shy turkie turkie, bake it ass with yo wife cook me, fold it in your favorite chair,
Now she got some good pussy, red pussy, throw that pussy, get money, high money, shawty getting good money, what they got a big diamond?

Young money, fun money, naw this aint young money, sign you in a friction boy, juice got his own money,
SO ICY E.N.T, gucci got his own company, ball money, mall money, yall making small money,
Bite on my lyrics nigga, think it`s yo money, blow money, dro money dro money, mo money, flow money, mo money

Gucci Gucci Juicemane (haha) ya niggaz aint gettin no money man

I'm on my C.E.O shyt right now mane, what it do juicemane?

You know we got 60 dollar weekend? quarter a months, million a quart, thats crazy man, 3-04 man, you know what I mean,
My niggaz know what I'm talking about, h.r 4 chise sees rain, na what I mean, eight hundreds so

I'ma do me as low who the fuckin man, walking with a waddle and we still popping bottles man,
Sex-in the carbaby, girl bit my sex better, 9 mane mayweather,
But I wrote Keyshia a love letter (go) you aint baggy baby babyshake yo bootyme,
Mane call nobody king nigga I'm the king, in the pen for a murder I am not a murder,
Nigga try to murder me, why I'm in the county for?

Shout out to my nigga Killer Mike for that body rock, set gucci mane chain, I'm a make your party-started,
So icy boy packa boy, we can make party rough, rain T-pain dont try me with that sissy stuff sissy ass nigga, (ha!)

I am mr. P-E-R-F-E-C-T
Get on these nuts yea so icy boy, jucieman, I am mr. game root-pocket, I screw with american girls so icy ass,
After this and this get off our fucking dicks, is GUCCIII!!!!

(Hood rich bitch Hood rich)

I love trap girls, I dont want bus it baby, I dont have a bucket baby, wanna scare on my mercedez,
Stuck on glits on humma truck, go ride on my junie baby, think play with cha, go to our future Katy,
They wanna a murder me, next thing you know my new nocatti, 4 5 in my pocketscreen, I dont wanna hug nobody,
See no evil hear no evil, later I see dead people, watch out scaring people so I call it mr. creeper creeper.

Boy hot I'm still stinging hot, I'm mr. perfect this the album, Gucci Mane mr. perfect,
A plusses on our report card, on E.A on my father report

This the album baby, big shit poppin, I'm talking to you like its a mixtape, you feel, I'm treat this shyt like a mixtape

Album shyt man, juiceman niggas so icy boys (Gucci King!)

 

[fox69]

"Mob Ties"
(with Young Dolph)

"Mob Ties"
(with Young Dolph)



[Verse 1:]
Steady mobbin' steady robbin'
You'll think we the gatti boys
A hundred bricks a hell a nigga
You would think I'm parley boy
Way I'm bustin' on these fingers
You would think I'm Tony boy
Gucci met the money man
I treat you like an errand boy
You in the crowd and talking loud
But who the hell is scared of you boy
I'm on probation tell these crackers
I'm not even caring boy
You bluffing and I know it
I ain't buying the shit you selling boy
You's a country monkey nigga
I'm a split your watermelon boy
Fuck yellow, I see yellow bitch
I'm rappin like I'm yelling boy
Fucking bitches while you snitching
Ye I'm smashing why you telling boy
He can't even focus 'cause these niggas with each other boy
Million dollars all become my phone this nothing easy boy

[Hook:]
Got mob ties, talking about a wise guy
But if you get into my guys
I guarantee it's gonna be gun fight
The young niggas got mob ties,
Talking about a wise guy
But if you get into my guys
It be some motherfucking gun fight
The young niggas got mob ties,

[Verse 2:]
Young nigga, mob ties
Got a ganster bad bitch look up a mall wide
Black strap, black snickers and a black coupe
Mob shit throwing my hood up out the roof
Round trip flight come back and I fluck the streets
I told my niggas say our grace because it's time to eat
Negotiate, talking numbers when I'm into
Nothing but extra strong on my menu
Place your order, then wait for it
Nigga come and get it the best shit in the city
Say you want some peace then let's go and talk business
I hear my nigga Gucci for you if you talking big

[Hook:]
Got mob ties, talking about a wise guy
But if you get into my guys
I guarantee it's gonna be gun fight
The young niggas got mob ties,
Talking about a wise guy
But if you get into my guys
It be some motherfucking gun fight
The young niggas got mob ties

 

[fox69]

"Money Don't Matter"
(feat. Torica)

"Money Don't Matter"
(feat. Torica)



We gon do it like this yall
We gon do it like that yall
We gon do it like this yall (put yo ? in the club)
We gon do it like that yall (why nitti on the track)

All the money dont matter to me (to me)
And all the ice dont matter to me (to me)
Your girlfriends dont matter to me (to me)
Any nigga dont matter to me (ayyy)
Cuz I dont need to fly to you
But yous the baddest chick I eva see (badest chick I ever see)
Come play on gucci team
Every good king needs a queen (needs a queen)

The way you walk is, so sexy
The way you talk is, so sexy
The way you move is, so sexy
Everything about you girl (everything about you girl)
My eyes decieving me
She wants to be with me
She wants to sleep with me
Gucci needs two or three

I keep ya icy (so icy)
I have ya supa fresh (so fresh)
I know ya like me
You like the way I dress

Latley in love with me
Im in light wood
The game me so head
I spit one night worth
Keep a college girl past her curfew
Says she like me and she like her too
Get a bitch suck a dick what she gon do?
Point at the house had ta point it on you
Tell your girlfriend & your best friend too
You can bring a whole dorm and they can have some fun too

All the money dont matter to me (to me)
And all the ice dont matter to me (to me)
Your girlfriends dont matter to me (to me)
Any nigga dont matter to me (ayy)
Cuz I dont need to fly to you
But yous the baddest chick I eva see (badest chick I ever see)
Come play on gucci team
Every good king needs a queen (needs a queen)

The way you walk is, so sexy
The way you talk is, so sexy
The way you move is, so sexy
Everrything about you girl (everything about you girl)
My eyes decieving me
She wants to be with me
She wants to sleep with me
Gucci needs two or three

I keep ya icy (so icy)
I have ya supa fresh (so fresh)
I know ya like me
You like the way I dress

A pretty young thang in some applebottom jeans
Gold tooth man(?) for the gucci man team
Says she like the way my gold grill gleam
And my chain hang low down to
Down to my ding a ling

Gotta bad yellow thang down at the AU
? her she my girl
But the shit aint true
I give a bitch the world but
She dont know what to do
Parasuca(?) office icey fresh hair dos.

All the money dont matter to me (to me)
And all the ice dont matter to me (to me)
Your girlfriends dont matter to me (to me)
Any nigga dont matter to me (ayyy)
Cuz I dont need to fly to you
But yous the baddest chick I eva see (badest chick I ever see)
Come play on gucci team
Every good king needs a queen (needs a queen)

The way you walk is, so sexy
The way you talk is, so sexy
The way you move is, so sexy
Everything about you girl (everything about you girl)

[Torica]
We hit the louie shop
Cuz all we do is shop
Shut down the parking lot
When we jumped out the truck
Jeans and a halter top
They askin what my name
Money dont matter
Tourgad(?) and gucci mane

Ima watch you through the hood on the 26's
Buy you a braclete real expensive
Gucci only holler at the baddest bitches
Love they way a boss bitch handle her business
Gucci mane ??
Fly down the street with my ?...
Gotta move the blow but its on the d-low
Thats what they made the train and the greyhound for

All the money dont matter to me (to me)
And all the ice dont matter to me (to me)
Your girlfriends dont matter to me (to me)
Any nigga dont matter to me (ayyy)
Cuz I dont need to fly to you
But yous the baddest chick I eva see (badest chick I ever see)
Come play on gucci team
Every good king needs a queen (needs a queen)

The way you walk is, so sexy
The way you talk is, so sexy
The way you move is, so sexy
Everything about you girl (everything about you girl)

 

[fox69]

"Money Habits"
(feat. Young Scooter)

"Money Habits"
(feat. Young Scooter)



[Intro:]
Addicted to the pesos mane
Addicted to that dinero, you know what I mean?

[Verse 1:]
I can't get no sleep, I got the money habit
Every time I see some money, you know I gotta grab it
Dope boy, I do magic with saran wrapper
The same old bricks than the contractor
And you can't bring it back if you done bust a wrapper
My daughter four months, bricks in her Pampers
I'm a role master, I love Tampa
You say you're from the streets, then I gotta stamp ya
Grant, Jackson, Ben Franklin
If money do what you did, you ain't gonna make it
The streets will get it to you, and the streets will take it
Every nigga in the streets got no patience

[Hook:]
I got money habits, I got money habits
Every time I see some money, yeah I gotta grab it
I got money habits, I got money habits
Daydreaming, seeing money, talking Ben Franklin
I got money habits, I got money habits
Every time I see some money, yeah I gotta grab it
I got money habits, I got money habits
Daydreaming, seeing money, talking Ben Franklin

[Verse 2:]
I go loco bout that gwapo, on the chopper with the chopper
Like a rasta I will shot your blocka, blocka, Waka Floka
I got youngers in the hood, will kill you whack for fifty dollar
Holla red rock if get you scared, nigga I never holler
Don't be bothered, that scrap deceitful right to your father
I brought tape to a Tyler
Knowing about a anthem, but I got a bunch of baby bottles
For instance I bag dough, the digger never bother
I diss this floor of the Georgia's father
My B goes and still sends the bills across the border
Up the boat, bitch I splash you, look like she came out the water
It's Brick Squad to some scene and ain't no niggas harder

[Hook:]
I got money habits, I got money habits
Every time I see some money, yeah I gotta grab it
I got money habits, I got money habits
Daydreaming, seeing money, talking Ben Franklin
I got money habits, I got money habits
Every time I see some money, yeah I gotta grab it
I got money habits, I got money habits
Daydreaming, seeing money, talking Ben Franklin

 

[fox69]

"Money Stacks"

"Money Stacks"


[Hook:]
I got money stacks
Like dirty clothes
I love the kids
But I don't love the hoes
Four wit ya, boi
Show wit ya folks
She say she love me
But she just love rolls
I got money stacks
Like dirty clothes
And I don't love her
She love my dirty dros
And if the game screwed up
I'm bought to flip it on
And I got pounds of blow
And sixty pounds of gold

[Verse 1 - Gucci Mane:]
R.I.P to my old hoes, say hello to my new friends
Bad chick with the red bottoms, we pull up in a brand new Benz
Feel this whip like shorty, low. I got foolish money, little shorty knows
My money growing like a Chia pet, our first date was [?]
Our second date was [?] steak, our third date was hella great
Hella money, I said hella weight
I got a bit of steak, with a huge lake
Helicopter with a pilot, Maybach with a driver
Bedroom with a kitchen in it, might wake up and cook a [?]
Our deuce up on four weight
Got short money, it's no plate
Got fifty pounds off that gas pay
You can smell this shit from the driveway
Tore this shit in like two days, been waiting on it like nine days
I'm a truck nigga, scream "living legend"
Get my grass clipping like Nine Jays

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]
I came up from a fifty slab
I'm bad when angered, but good with mail
I'm a test code, trying to catch a truck
I'm the Mad Hatter, trying to catch a kale
Well they lock me up and then let me go
I'm balling on ya like Mexico
Yellow bands, got collard greens, got all good kinds of vegetables
I'm highly paid and successful
Imma cook it up and get ass-crushed
Got a bank-roll, no pressure
Ain't the old me, I won't scratch ya
Professor teaching lectures
Bet the poor love this semester
Might learn something if you listen to it
Get new Berries, do Delta
I'm a go-getter, I'm a gold killer
She ain't doing it, and I let her
I ain't finished living, you painting pictures
On talking to my investors
I'm walking round, I'm talking loud
I'm smoking loud, got shelter
Your side of town, my side of town
My bird fly in the weather

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Mouf"
(feat. Plies, Rocko)

"Mouf"
(feat. Plies, Rocko)



That mouf that mouf that mouf...
She got a fly mouf ayy, just something 'bout her mouf
Ayy I'm in love with her mouf
Ay, ay, I'm in love with her mouf ay

That mouf that mouf that mouf...
She got a fly mouf ayy, just something 'bout her mouf
Ayy I'm in love with her mouf
Ay, ay, I'm in love with her mouf ay

Her lips. her tongue, her mouf, the bomb
The award for the best mouf I swear she won
The way she chew with her gums, feel like she ain't got no teeth
68, I owe her one, at 204 I owe her 3 (turn up)
That mouf, that mouf
I swear I fuckin' love her mouf
Let her kiss me on my head
Never kiss me on my mouf
Crazy brain, smarty mouf
Stupid dumb retarded mouf
Her jaws so tight, her neck so right
She got that party mouf
She a real cool chick, I fuck with her she don't run her mouf
Keep my name up out her mouf, can't keep keep my thing up out her mouf
Met her up north, keep her south, something 'bout her mouf
Put me to sleep, can't feel my feet
Whenever she give me that mouf

That mouf that mouf that mouf...
She got a fly mouf ayy, just something 'bout her mouf
Ayy I'm in love with her mouf
Ay, ay, I'm in love with her mouf ay

That mouf that mouf that mouf...
She got a fly mouf ayy, just something 'bout her mouf
Ayy I'm in love with her mouf
Ay, ay, I'm in love with her mouf ay

I'm black like that, I mack like that
I act like I don't know her
I'm Gucci and she love my aura, but I like her oral
Her boyfriend got her spoiled, takin' trips to Bora Bora
But I treat her like whore, she suckin' dick from 2 to 4
And my top it drop, my boobies out
She super stout with super mouf
Recruit her mouf, salute her mouf
I'm in and out all through her mouf
She suckin' dick all through the house
She salivin' like a poodel
I choose her mouf, abuse her mouf
But never do I refuse her mouf
She eat a dick, I squirt a bit, she got a barracuda mouf
Head so good a lame nigga might empty out his bank account
She cussed me out bitch watch your mouf
I wish that I could save her mouf
She topped me off right off the couch
I nutted she didn't take it out

That mouf that mouf that mouf...
She got a fly mouf ayy, just something 'bout her mouf
Ayy I'm in love with her mouf
Ay, ay, I'm in love with her mouf ay

That mouf that mouf that mouf...
She got a fly mouf ayy, just something 'bout her mouf
Ayy I'm in love with her mouf
Ay, ay, I'm in love with her mouf ay

Me and her okay but I'm in love with her esophagus
Asked me was her mouf good I told that bitch I'm positive
Asked me why I'm gutta with her told her it's my prerogative
Told me that I taste good, I told the bitch gracias
I just wanna make her mouf good, I told her when it's the sloppiest
Told me daddy talk to me, I told her bitch you pilin' it
I just wanna buy her mouf, I asked 'er was she sellin' it
One word describe her with the dick bitch you passionate
She be wanting the lights on but I be wanting the opposite
I'm just tryna dog her mouf, they just wanna wife the bitch
Told her she can get rich off the mouf if she licensed it
Suck and fuck me the same damn time I'm on that future shit

That mouf that mouf that mouf...
She got a fly mouf ayy, just something 'bout her mouf
Ayy I'm in love with her mouf
Ay, ay, I'm in love with her mouf ay

That mouf that mouf that mouf...
She got a fly mouf ayy, just something 'bout her mouf
Ayy I'm in love with her mouf
Ay, ay, I'm in love with her mouf ay