Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane - Million Dollar Man lyrics
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[Verse 1] The crowd in a wage, Gucci gettin paid Icey made yo girl throw her thong on the stage Young Gucci Mane hottest nigga in da A Sellin plenty Yae, movin 20 bricks a day Used to have a 86 cut wit da T-top Now I'm in a S-L-5 wit a top drop Spot the handle, Ridin down Conloe Baby it's a kodak momment get yo Camera Gucci Mane Laflare nigga damn what you say Girls goin crazy bout da nigga what da waves Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers Boy best dress ever since 8th grade You don't really know us man wit the doors up Wrist so froze up, it a make you throw up Mama imma be like Gucci when I grow up Move in weight so I got money to throw up Pimp tight nigga dead fresh with a Mink coat Lookin for a big booty bitch with a deep throat [Chorus x2] I gotta 100 dolla haircut, A million dolla smile I gotta trillon dolla brain Million dolla worth of game Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane Same, sippin 58's an aint a damn thang change! Un! aint a damn thang change Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane [Verse 2] Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk Came to the club I was already drunk Laid back young nigga never get crunk But if you fine might trick a lil sumin Chain 7 VVS you will think I'm UPS Cause I knock on yo door like I got yo address Air fresh everyday nigga dats me, Trash can hoes can't smoke my trees Gucci MPMP pony my famile need me to bring groceries I'm a 6 4 weed mike check night check I ant seen a nigga off load me yet A Vet an a Vet ridin through yo set With you outta state bitches that I can't suffer wit A blood poudet what we gone do next Good sex good day they say imma good cat Gucci mane Laflare don't fuck wit lil rats Hit my blunt twice bitch an pass the blunt back [Chorus x2] Un! aint a damn thang change Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane [Verse 3] Freak man gucci Man nigga I'm the man Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan Say she got my poster hangin on her wall And she love every word every song that she heard Sir, I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd A school catch a Nerd like a child swag of nerve I'm sur we can work we can now make a verse Kinda bir so I swerved my lil broads on the curve Still in the hood gettin rich on the third Watchin out for 12 cause the people serve Imma let the world smoke riddin wit yo girl 4 All the gucci fans gucci broads wit your girl [Chorus x2]