Pretty Bitches

Ay yeah girl... ay yeah (Brrr, brrr, brrr, brrr) Gucci (brr-brr!)

The pretty bitches love me, them bitches love me I think them bitches love that I'm a bottle popper

She caught up in my love triangle

I used to sell them things in triangles

And that was when I was in the eighth grade

Now I'm self made; and I'm high paid

Nigga you ain't even in my tax bracket

I'm pulling Gucci denim off the clothes racket

Gucci man, it's the Gucci crew

Brick Squad rappers, nigga who are you?

What it do nigga? What's poppin?

By them 30 next summer we droppin

We back again, yeah we back again

And we gotta win, she wanna be my friend

I pull up in that black and red Challenger

A com-pe-tition, where the challengers?!

I pull up in that 'Rari with them other ones

And thinkin 'bout it, I'm goin and gettin another one

Gucci Mane I run the land from Africa to Pakistan

Understand and overstand, Gucci Mane in Overland

What a fine ass yellow bonnnnnnnnnne

She got it goin on

Now I got so many chains on they don't know what's goin on

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Find the number in my phone and don't know what be goin wronnnng

She had it goin on

Brr, brr, ay, lemme see, okay

A-T-L they know my name, Magic City throw some change

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and I don't even own no chain

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

And that's why she been feelin me.. and y'all got that novocaine

Go for mine, that ball shit, forced to rock 'til I'm nauseous

Stuck up when, she sober when, she rollin got no conscience

She OD's on Louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Told her do it for the money, get your camera nudin on

Green we can all burn, 'til I am the highest man

Y'all a bunch of pussies, why the fuck y'all near the lion's den?

Paper planes, pilotin, Wale so attirin

Wale nekkid beatin gals you'd think I know Esiason

Burrrr!

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