blown away Gucci Mane got long, bitch, thats all I gots to say Gucci Mane got long money, thats what them bitches say [x3] I aint even gotta talk my money
s where ma chef stay I'm ahead of you niggas I skip 1 grade on islands and yachts wid ma louis shades [Verse: Tyga] Uh yeah but like Gucci Mane baby
yeah that's where ma chef stay I'm ahead of u niggas I skip 1 grade on islands and yachts wid ma louis shades [Verse: Tyga] Uh yeah but like Gucci Mane
feelin. [Chorus:] Think he all that he think he all that he think he all that but I don't believe that gucci mane wac gucci can't rap gucci ain't trap
m bouta throw it to day I take my life in my hands cause I'm as grown at man [Gucci Mane] I am grown as man [Estelle] now that I'm finally free [Gucci Mane
money mane I get that pepperjack cheese, boy that's hot money Kinda similar to what you boys call block money (yessir) It's kinda funny, cause the money
Up [x3] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I go to sleep wealthy ice out mealthy Wake up smokin knowin the ain't healthy Loui V belted green stone celtic Gucci mane
' chain, and a big ol' Range My '74 Olds got a big ol brain Yellow vette same color as the Dom champagne 2007 centerfielder Gucci Mane Damn Gucci Mane
Oh You A Gucci Fan Let's Go To Gucci Land You Diggin Gucci Man Cause Only Cuchi Can Drop A Stack Pop You Back Wit A Rubberband You Diggin Gucci Gucci
: In the Trap house, In The Trap House, In The Trap House Gucci Mane Check It [Hook] Choppa on the floor pistol on the coach Hood rich so I never
Shawty Money Long Like A Choppa, Yours Like A Glock 40 Got Dat Street Money Dog Yeah I Hide My Money Got No Wrinkled Big Faces Gotta Iron My Money Want
Gucci Man Yes I Am Can You Cook This Work I Think I Can I Think I Can First Ya Count Ya Money And Get Cha Shit Together Mane Gucci Mane Tha Flair Perdict
: (feat. Gucci Mane) I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on Had a sister label, Young Money, Money, long, long I be so L.A. got my Chucks and
my bedroom and pop dat pussy, ah ha and we be steady mobbin, oh kimosabe, big ballin is my hobby. [Gucci Mane:] What the fuck is up, it's gucci leather
I done cut the braids, low cut, got my grown on Had a system label young money, money long long I be so L.A. got my chucks and my Locs on I was in
be trying to get her but she be holdin on hella tight I got dat act right, dats what she like Chorus (gucci mane) Tennis shoes, fur coat, Louie vee carry on gucci mane, gucci
Shawty, see the diamonds, all the diamonds in my ring I could get you, I could get you, get you anything Cha-ching, money ain't a thing Gucci, Gucci
's testimony from a jail house, jumped in a Testarrosa had to find myself, then remind myself fucked up; im grown, i gotta blame myself streets taught me everything; i trained myself did wrong so long