girl say she want me She freak But I ain't fuckin with that bitch She weak Beep beep who got the keys to my G T Young G don't I Do my dougey fresh clean
She bent over and said thanks and I whispered in her ear I love the way you make it slither, baby Every night when I come through That looks like somethin' that I
beside her Oo I-I think I like her Think I wanna hub her Think I wanna wife her Drapped up in Gucci Mane And I think I love her And I think them dudes
lights hit ya haha she think I ain't gone get but I'm a fly nigga I ain't trippin Shawty so... [Chorus: Chris Brown] It really don't matter to me I'
show me love Boys dap me up Haters mean mug But I ain't even trippin' A playa steady pimpin' I don't need ya girl boy I got so many CHORUS: (Boy I got
, I'ma beat it up I-I-I'ma beat it up, said he could lay it down But I'ma beat it up, I'ma beat it up I-I-I'ma beat it up, he could lay it down I hope
too. damn what you heard babygirl it ain't true, I don't like her girl I really like you, cause she already told me what she wan do, love it when you
You can't swang like Gucci 'cause you don't got enough flavor Heavy on the lickerish, industry ridiculous Bitches I'm magnificent, I'm not very articulate Gucci
head Shawty gotta ass on her, I'mma put my hands on her I'mma spend a couple grand on her, I'mma pop a rubberband on her Shawty gotta ass on her, I'
to show her that I love her 'Cause every nigga in the hood wanna fuck her Don't want no other woman in the world but that girl Ma, I gotta tell you I
up her breakfast I'm the realest make a bet, I bet the checks don't bounce So much cash in the bag I make accountants lose count Your girl say she love
cash She said look ma no hand, she said look ma no hands And no darlin' I don't dance and I'm wit Roscoe I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance Imma
] (It's Gucci! Unghh) [Gucci Mane:] Hey girl I'm tearin it up and they knowin that I had sex so much that I ain't goin back I blow stack after stack
booty shorts Believe dat, girl I don't holla at girls, girls holla at me I don't throw dollars at girls, they throw dollars at me Gucci, you conceited bitch I
t tryna fuck I Ma$e that bitch Take her cosmo, and lace that shit I get pussy for free I aint take that shit I don't know if I rate that bitch [Chorus
on da candy mane, she got 3 blocks on her call her candy cane, like my glock 9 I keep her right beside me, first I make her drive then I let her ride
cooking with yo' pops I think I love her I think I love her I know I love her I know I love her I think I love her Soulja Boy, man, polo thug I think
double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action Gucci Mane, you stupid man I love the way you flowin' Ridin' in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin