Gucci Mane

Texty písní Alba

That's That

Whole lot of chains, don't let them get loose

Sipping rich man juice that's a 4 wanna deuce

All my cars they ain't got no roof

And I'm pleading that guilty, they ain't got no proof

Look in my closet, I ain't got no suits

2 thousand dollar shirts, 4 thousand dollars boots

Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue

I'm so rich I can buy your troops

Gucci going broke, you're a God damn fool

Piss so bad, I'm a put it through school

These rob niggas don't move like me

When I move all the young niggas gonna move

You can run up but what you gonna prove

Gucci Mane put you on the God damn news

Whole lot of ice and a bunch of tattoos

When you choose me baby, you know you can't loose

Baby got that back pack, and that's that

Pocket got the fast stacks, and that's that

Pull up in a what's that, and that's that

If it's my show then the club packed, and that's that

And you might not get your bitch back, and that's that

Yeah I'm smoking on that loud pack, and that's that

That droooow...

Got a bitch so bad, looking good with no pants

Running down on the booth cause the bitch so bad

Proceed on the jag, got her boyfriend mad, lined outside

Bitch with the Georgia tats

Smelling so bad she in all your hair

Bossed up bitch she pluck your ass

Red bottom heels and the matching package

She riding around the city just dropping swag

Real fat ass, take out of that, I gotta ask, I gotta ask

Hunned yard dash for the cash I do

Have a car so fast I lose your ass

Hoe so bad that she got you blinded

Kill you a cat, you should buy her diamonds

All my life girl where you been?

Bitch so fine, we move her in

Hold up, stop, that devil trippin

Last thing I need to do is move that bishop

Yeah we good, and we're smooth

What can I say baby, I'm a tycoon

Gucci mane, I ain't for the job no boom

But tell your girlfriend she can jump in too