Gucci Mane

[fox69]

"Beat It Up"
(feat. Trey Songz)

"Beat It Up"
(feat. Trey Songz)



[Chorus: Trey Songz]
It's 4 in the mornin
She callin my phone
She wannna be grown
We gone get it on
She said that she lonely
Cause hes never around
Said she like my style
He can lay you down
Say he can lay you down
But I'm a beat it up
I'm a beat it up
I'm a beat it up
He can lay you down
But I'm a beat it up
I'm a beat it up

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I hopped up out my bed
Got my swag on
Stronger than filet mignon
Two Gs blown just for cologne
Money never limited
So Icey with benefits
My driver needs a passport
All my cars are immigrants!
It's so sickening
History you're witnessing
I had a girl she quit me
Now I'm single want to get with me?
Sticky again they stick to me
If you see your chick with GUCCI
Think before you confronting ruley
Ain't my fault your lady choosin
430 stepped on purp it
08 verty rollin dirty
Wardrobe clean as this detergent
Got your girlfriend picking purses
Say she lonely
Gucci only one with to meet me in person
When she met me home
My ***** told me that shes over first

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Your girlfriend keep callin me
I feel like she stalkin me
You at home
And she with me
So morning it's an argument
Gucci Mane be doggin it
Beatin her down
Straight poundin it
Drillin on your sheets
Got your blanket at the laundromat
Wait baby girl throw it back
Old man might catch heart attack
Gucci Mane not hardly that
Smack you like I'm mad at that
Swear this sex so passionate
Oral sex she mastered that
Pornographic poses
Like she posing for the internet
Wait I was not finished yet
Never been a minute man
Always been a business man
Gotta catch your feelings man
Got a man?
Oh really now?
Acting like I give a damn!

Used to like her now I don't
Got a real short attention span
GUCCI!

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Trey Songz put it on
My shirt off when I perform
She say this her favorite song
She got on my favorite thong
She so hot
Too hot to touch
Truthfully too much for lames
Gucci mane I'm extra game
So extra rubbers I'm a bring
Got your main thang screaming GUCCI
Every tuesday night we cool whip
Wish we could do it more often
But I'm often somewhere flossin
Lay it down like carpet barbie
Aston martin double park it
Beat it like we got a problem
Pop her till she call me poppa
Freakin partners
Why we never bother with a second option
Hoppin got the mattress poppin
Rockin while her girlfriend watchin
Freakin partners
Why they never bother with a second option
Hoppin got the mattress poppin
Rockin while her girlfriend watchin
Guucci

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Bet Money"

"Bet Money"


[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Break a 9 to a bunch of dimes then you grind up
Money got me showin my ass can't even hold my pants up
20 niggas standin on the flat all getting off
Found a junkie dead in Brooke Lake with his hands sawed
Try me in the 6 I'm gone raise this 45 up
Shave a brick put it back together that's a lineup
Remix the chick use a little cut that's a temp fade
And if he got a chopper never ever bring a switchblade
And I'm a multimillionaire I gotta couple hundred on me
And I'm a mack I tote a strap I make you stick yourself like tony
I'd give a nigga my whole stash if he can take this jewelry off me
And I'm so bossy in my office smoking Kush and drinking coffee

[Hook: K Camp]
They say I couldn't get rich out here bet money
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread y'all niggas out here too funny
Hit yo chick then leave her with no money

[Verse 2: K Camp]
Money is the motive if you speak it then I'm with ya
All them sideline niggas they get cropped out the picture
If you ask me if I'm ready got yo ho on a mission
Catch me runnin through yo city like a damn politician
Boy I'm all about a check she don't ask no questions
Man she all about the neck say she wanna crash
So I let my partners rent
Lookin at that nigga that stay flyer than a jet
They don't hear me yet
I'm gone get that check bet money
Y'all niggas out here funny
You know a young nigga on the go
Gotta have that green like Gumby
I'm a fool with the dough too clumsy
On the clock Monday through Sunday
Everyday gotta get that money
And I learned that from the big homie

[Hook: K Camp]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
I'm like eleven of them back give me that fucking walkie talkie
Then you lost me when you said you'd never cross me then you crossed me
And these hoes catch the vapors like Biz Markie
And since they brought me these keys, niggas idolize me
Critics criticize me, haters sabotage me
I get angry then I come through in a camouflaged v
Better recognize that my killers ain't gonna jeopardize me
I know these fuck niggas with they could paralyze me

[Hook: K Camp]

 

[fox69]

"Better Baby"

"Better Baby"


[Chorus:]
I know that I need ha
But dont know how to treat ha
But you deserve better baby, better baby, better baby
You deserve better baby, better baby, better baby
Though I wanna keep ha
Be jealous if she leave uh
But you deserve better baby, better baby, better baby
You deserve better baby, better baby, better baby
And I cant hold you back baby

[Verse:]
I really think I love her but
I dont think I know I could
I know I wanna fuck her but
Really thinking if I should
How can I believe her
I dont even believe myself
Tell me how to trust her
I cant even trust myself
And I cant live alone
At the end of the day cant fuck myself
I told her Im confused
And she told me to go fuck myself
Now Im alone in this world
Nothing left but me
But I was born all alone
So I guess thats how its meant to be
But she was sent to me
And I didnt recognize
And I blame it on ma pride
On a fact gon send aside it
Eyes redder than a rose
Heart bluer than a violet
My heart broke and Im heartless
And aint no need to hide it (Gucci)

[Chorus]

[Verse:]
A heart breaking is heart broke
Imma tell the truth cause we grown folks
Why you lookin through ma phone fo
Thats why we ended up none more
You done know me like Chan Doe
Done left me up in my condo
Looking for you like Wardo
My nose open like Gunzo
I think I love her I dont know
I like her alot but she loco
She crazy, swagged up,
I try to hug her she want more
In and out ah town all the time
She in and out ma mind all the time
I cant lie baby girl stupid fine
But Im out the tush got that stupid grind
She loves me now or she loves me not
Treat me cold no she treat me hot
Caramel but not apricot
Got one chance wont miss the shot
I know she special yeah alot
I know someone might take ma spot
Cant lie it may hurt alot
But uh she need a man or not (Its Gucci)

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Big Boss Meech Speaks (Intro)"

"Big Boss Meech Speaks (Intro)"



Holiday season
This the New Year twenty twelve
The boss of all bosses
The real Big Meech
Rocking with the homies
Gucci let no man separate what we create
From every hood to Hollywood
Coming to a ghetto near you
Death this whole dishonor
The greatest show on earth
After us it will be no others
It is we got 'em
Death is streets on live homie
You know what I'm saying?
Keep doing what you doing
You know what I'm saying?
Because that's what time it is
We gotta keep the real out there pumping
Real is here to stay
When you're here to stay you ain't gotta come back
Free Big Meech and see the streets
Aka the BMF stimulus package one

 

[fox69]

"Big Cat (Intro)"

"Big Cat (Intro)"


It's the king of the trap, nigga [click clack]
It's the king of the trap, NIGGA!
Yeah it's the king of the trap [click clack]

Gucci Gucci in the building [click clack] Gucci Gucci
Gucci Mane in the building - Gucci Mane
Big Cat Laflare (uhh uhh uhh) it's our year baby
Check this out right here

What's that clique that you run with? Big Cat nigga
The label that you signed with? Big Cat nigga
Hoes wanna fuck you when you Big Cat nigga
[sucks teeth]

 

[fox69]

"Big Cat (Laflare)"

"Big Cat (Laflare)"


[Verse 1]
Laborginis Ferraris & Bentleys we boats and jetskis Cristal Don-P tha kush the P.T. two facts about me bitch ask about me big cats around me big stacks round big gats round me tha thrax round me purple packs around me no sacks round me I smoke like marley I niggaz ride harleys I hurt ya daughter feelings mrs.jackson I'm sorry I'm pimpin like goldie and ballin like koby these haters get found thrown in the oppanoke yo bich she choose me you mad she choose me I'm glad she choose me she gave me her room key the time on White St. the time in D.C gucci tha ol' G they put me on T.V. I'm gutta like B.G. I'm reppin the B.C. the jealous ones envy cuz it's somethin against me

[Chorus x2]

You fuck with me you fuck with them you fuck with them you stuck with me big cat laflare we don't fight fair big cat laflare na we don't fight fiar

[Verse 2]
Got major flavor got major label got major niggaz cuz we got major paper ball hard like we major league baseball players who is Sherley Franklin cuz Gucci Mane the mayor I run the city I am the city Bad Boy but I never did sign with Diddy I bake the cake I make the cake 36 what I cop like jacob plat my team the champs yo team the chumps my squads the spurs hell yo suads the pumps unload the pump unload the pump explode the pump then reload the pump don't move the trunkl you fit in the trunk you set in tha trunk til ya body stank like a shunk the city of thieves drug dealers and G's my niggaz gamble all my niggaz smoke weed

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
My money got a mouth so I let it talk for me half a mill worth of ice what it bought for me I'm on tha bubble kush man thats a rich high I order Cris by the case I'm a rich guy I'm 25 but I ride like I'm 67 cuz when I ride man I ride with the mac 11 a quater pound worth of purple thrax to smoke on so iced out I think I need my coat on the young nigga with the shades and the gold fronts why you stunt so hard you only live once I'm in the club real high and I'm real drunk I'm on my third bar and I'm on my eight blunt I'm leavin with your girl with the pump right in the front with them 28's call Roy Dunes I'm from East Atlanta boy this is how it's done we rock them old school verses with the Georgia sun

[Chorus x2]

 

[fox69]

"Big Cat's Home"
(feat. Big Cat, Magic)

"Big Cat's Home"
(feat. Big Cat, Magic)



[Intro]
Aiyyo make sure you get the backwood off the puff my nigga
[knocking three times] [buzzing doorbell]
I ain't gon' lie [BUZZ, BUZZ BUZZ]
That shit was some good weed nigga why you bullshittin?
[buzzing again] I need me some more of that
(Who is it?) Magic! (Hold on)
(Cat!) "Yo" (Magic at the do' for ya)
"Fuck you tellin me that for? Let Magic in man he family"
[door opens and shuts]
'Bout to go holla at the big boy man
Just came home fresh, seems proper, feel me? {Yup}
Stay right here, I gotta holla at him, y'know?
Just some one-on-one shit, chill out
{Ah, al-alright, alright, alright, yeah, yeah, yo}

[Magic (Big Cat)]
Big boy, what's good?
(Yo Magic, whassup dawg? I ain't seen you in a minute)
Ain't shit man, y'know
Been out here in the street (yeah?)
You see I ain't dead y'knahmean or in Hell y'know?
(That's whassup my nigga but check it out man)
(What's been goin on, man I've been gone for minute, what's poppin?)
You know we've been hittin the streets hard man
Y'know I, I been hearin a lot of bullshit
But y'know I laugh at bullshit y'know
(Yeah I know what you talkin about y'knahmayin?)
(That ol' Gucci Mane situation but I tell you what)
(We ain't gon worry 'bout that shit right now, y'knahmsayin?)
(That nigga makin us money - we eatin off this nigga dawg!)
Cheah hold up hold up hold up I got'chu man
Now that you see what we worth [drops bag on table, unzips it]
(What'chu got dere?) Courtesy of Coochie Man and Atlantic Records
(Ohh man, OOH, shit~! Ain't seen this many hundreds in a...)
[slaps money down] (Boy, that's what I'm talkin about baby)
That's right (that's all for me?)
Yeah man y'know that's for you man (OOOH! .. yeah)
That's better than a visit man (that's what I'm talkin about)
(Good lookin dawg, good lookin)
Know you was wonderin why I ain't come see you man
But you know I couldn't come see you caged up
(I see you I see you was busy handlin business and shit)
(Gettin shit right) Yes sir, yes sir
(Yeah that's what I'm talkin about but check it out Magic)
(It's all about that music shit right now)
(We gotta chill out on the other shit y'knahmsayin?)
(It's too many bodies poppin up, too many niggaz talkin)
(Y'knahmsayin? And we ain't with allathat)
(We gon' fly under the radar right now, and fuck with this music shit)
(Y'knahmsayin? That's where the real money at, y'knahmsayin)
I feel you my nigga, I I heard it was money there y'know?
I seen niggaz gettin money in there, y'knahmsayin?
I need some of that (shit it's your time baby)
(Just don't forget, motherfuckin Coochie Mane)
(We ain't worryin about him right now)
(He dissin the motherfuckin family, or tryin to.. do what he doin?)
(We ain't worryin about him, cause we eatin off him)
(Let him live my ya dig?)
And you know how much I love money nigga [echoes]
(That's right!)

 

[fox69]

"Big Guwap"
(feat. Young Scooter)

"Big Guwap"
(feat. Young Scooter)



[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Fish scale all over my motherfucking apartment
Damn, I got dope all on garment
Cooking dope and trust tree, move the trap to Sun Valley
Now I'm in Gresham housing, money piling, money piling
I'm so fresh, don't need a stylist
Buy a rental car and tint the windows
Buy a car, stop the mileage
Stuffing bricks all in a fender
Stuffing peas in the spare tire
Gucci ain't real, you a damn liar
Save yo nigga a lot of fire
I'm a show you sucka niggas Wi Fi
Serve more chicken than Popeye's
Strong purp, Popeye
One day I might die, but not soon because I'm strapped fool
I got old schools, I got new schools, I got one rule - don't cross me
Red bottoms on my feet, courtside next to Spike Lee
Baby, I'm Spike Lee

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
All the purple, all the white
All this grain, taking a flight
Up all night, nigga getting shot
Man getting popped, Big Guwap
Drop my top, suicide doors
Pouring up fours, just bought me a Rolls
Money over hoes, recycling your clothes
You niggas going broke, I'm sure of my goals
Wop!

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Little Mexico we cook up dope
If a nigga broke, we sell him soap
I can see it in your eyes that you niggas going broke
'Cause you don't got no pres no mo'
Yo bitches gone, yo money getting low
He used to buy bricks, now he buyin' a fo'
Money over bitches, can't wife no ho
Money over everything, can't go broke
We blowing gas, smoking on flights
Place your order, I'll be there over night
I'm talking private planes
Hundred bricks of white
Still a young nigga, I live a mob life
(Let's go!)

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Bigger Picture"

"Bigger Picture"


[Hook:]
I'm about to make a motion picture, picture, picture, picture, picture, picture
I wish that you could see the bigger picture, picture, picture, picture, picture, picture
I'm just trying to get some money with you, with you, with you, with you, with you, with you
I wish that you could see the bigger picture, picture, picture, picture, picture, picture
It's Gucci man and I'm a motion picture

[Verse 1:]
Every Brick Squad production is a big budget production
All this cash in my pocket, I'll make you handsome if you ugly
She see me on the screen and she love to scream my name
Had a sex tape with your wifey, I didn't even know her name
I'm so icy niggas don't like me, I'm so iced out that a nigga wanna fight me
Bitches be swearing I play for the Vikings
Bitch I play for the south [?]
If I like a Tina Turner I could beat her, beat her, beat em
Raw paw to pay [?] keep good reefer
Niggas bait you with a pitcher, trust you with a pitcher
Trick you with a pitcher counterfeit you and remix you
Niggas never play with Guwop, they see the bigger picture
I put you on a tshirt then mail your mom a thank you card

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Last night I heard someone shot a nigga
Police going door to door showing my fucking picture
Last week scrape girl on custody
My aunt got nothin' but pictures and memories of her daughter
Paint a picture with my words, I'm a fucking author
Go get a mark up, five hundred thousand my marker
Forever good, I learned to hustle from my uncle
And I'm so hood, it's hard for me to get a sponsor
Rap shit is long as the street, 14k all over my teeth
Tattoos all over my face, saying I'm one single away
How when I'm dealing the yay
Fat boy, I'm eatin the K
New rolls and forgis on a rari I'm ballin' like [?]

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Bingo"
(feat. Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, Waka Flocka Flame)

"Bingo"
(feat. Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, Waka Flocka Flame)



[Intro:]
It's Gucci! (It's Gucci!)
Burr!
Soulja Boy Tell Em'!
It's Gucci!
Flocka!
Scott Storch, Gucci Mane, we back at it.
Burr!
So Icey.
Yeeeaaahhh!

[Chorus:]
We smokin' that fire, endo wrist out the damn.
Window Lambo - they scream 'Bingo'!
Enzo - they scream 'Bingo'!
Phantom - they scream 'Bingo'!
Concept - they scream 'Bingo'!
Pullup - kids scream 'Bingo'!
Yo momma - scream 'Bingo'!

Bingo! (Bingo!) [x8]
Ahh...
It's Gucci! [x6]
Burr!
Burr!

[Verse: Gucci Mane]
Yellow my watch,
Yellow earrings 'n' my belt.
Can't fit in my schedule,
Less booty like jello.
She know I slang kilos,
Shout out to my 'migo,
I call, he said 10-4,
Tight like Lamont Rollo.
My goal for El Gato,
My house like a brothle,
Fat hoes in Chicago,
First class, tomorrow Morocco.
Phantom with two moddles,
Pull up tonight, strapped,
Jump out, car scream 'pronto'!

[Chorus:]
We smokin' that fire, endo wrist out the damn.
Window Lambo - they scream 'Bingo'!
Enzo - they scream 'Bingo'!
Phantom - they scream 'Bingo'!
Concept - they scream 'Bingo'!
Pullup - kids scream 'Bingo'!
Yo momma - scream 'Bingo'!

Bingo! (Bingo!) [x8]
Ahh...
It's Gucci!
Soulja!
It's Gucci!
Soulja Boy Tell Em'!
Burr!
Burr!

[Verse: Soulja Boy]
I'm ridin' in my Lambo,
Kids screamin 'Bingo'!
Haters wanna hate,
They'll get shot like a free throw.
Candy paint wet (woosh),
Drippin of my headlights,
Catch me in the trap like some mothafuckin dead mice.
Every time I cut a corner kids screamin 'Bingo'! (Bingo!)
Tools on deck, I ain't talkin Home Depot! (Depot!)
Soulja Boy Tell Em'! (Tell Em'!)
I'm icey as a icicle,
So much money, bitch, I valet park my bycicle!

[Chorus:]
We smokin' that fire, endo wrist out the damn.
Window Lambo - they scream 'Bingo'!
Enzo - they scream 'Bingo'!
Phantom - they scream 'Bingo'!
Concept - they scream 'Bingo'!
Pullup - kids scream 'Bingo'!
Yo momma - scream 'Bingo'!

Bingo! (Bingo!) [x8]
Ahh...
It's Gucci! [x6]
Burr!
Flocka!
Burr!
Flocka!
Flocka!

[Verse: Waka Flocka Flame]
All the hood hoes point like 'Bingo'!
Waka Flocka "Oh Let's Dot It" is the single.
Let's mingle, got hoes like Wingo,
My bitch a 'dime', your bitch look like a 'cinco'!
Like a free throw, man I'm ballin now! (Swish!)
Blew a kiss to the girls, now they fallin out!
I pull up in the t-top Cutlass like 'Bingo'!
My girlfriend Regal, same color as a flamingo!

[Chorus:]
We smokin' that fire, endo wrist out the damn.
Window Lambo - they scream 'Bingo'!
Enzo - they scream 'Bingo'!
Phantom - they scream 'Bingo'!
Concept - they scream 'Bingo'!
Pullup - kids scream 'Bingo'!
Yo momma - scream 'Bingo'!

Bingo! (Bingo!) [x8]
Ahh...
It's Gucci! [x6]
Burr!
Burr!
Bingo!