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
count money all day Count money all day, count money all, money all Count money all day, count money all day, count money all Money all, money all, money
class 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
'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
60 for a verse is a pack And 16 keep the fiends comin' back It got me where I can't be without my hard hat Teflon long sleeve and a large gat Heat seekin
ol' 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
gucci hands [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
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
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
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
I'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
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 had
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
to 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
(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
(feat. Gucci Mane) (This is another raw beats production) ... I cook... I cook... I cook [Chorus:] Iiii cook cook cook make it sker sker sker catchin