Gucci Mane

Gucci Mane - Money Piling lyrics

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This is what eight figures look like

Kids wanna be like Gucci, give a f**k about Mike

Hmm, this is what your bitch look like

When you make two hundred thousand dollars cash one night

This is what your wrist look like

When you sold so many bricks that your fit turn white

That shit that you can step on twice

If you've never been a snitch this what your rep look like

And this is what your house look like

When you built it from the ground, paid that ten mil price, ayy

And this is what a king look like

Got a queen on your team, this what the ring look like (brrr, brrr)

This is what a dream look like

If you're hating tell me what your self esteem look like

Ex-dealer but I left that life

I can't even remember what a triple-beam look like



Guwop how much you pay for that Patek Phillipe? (hundred thousand)

Pretty please get them broke niggas way from me (hundred thousand)

I don't want no bitch to f**k with me for free (what's a thousand?)

You know a rich nigga can't f**k no ho for free (what's a thousand?)

I just made five hundred thousand in my sleep (five hundred thousand)

Money comin', I think it's in love with me (five hundred thousand)

I'm the club throwin' money on the freaks (money piling)

It ain't 'bout money then no need for us to speak (money piling)



Long pipes, big rims, baby that's my life

When I pull up to the club better stash your wife

Hear a lot of haters talkin', they ain't 'bout that life

2017, nigga I done boost the price

Two shows one day, I done switched the ice

Gettin' head on a PJ, it's an all night flight

Call Forbes, tell them niggas what that list look like

'Cause if Guwop ain't on that bitch, then that list not right

I dropped the top so I could show her what the sky look like

Besides the nigga drivin' there's not a star in sight

I just might pull up, pop a wheelie on an all-chrome bike

Bought a diamond grill from my dog, told him to bark, don't bite



Guwop how much you pay for that Patek Phillipe? (hundred thousand)

Pretty please get them broke niggas way from me (hundred thousand)

I don't want no bitch to f**k with me for free (what's a thousand?)

You know a rich nigga can't f**k no ho for free (what's a thousand?)

I just made five hundred thousand in my sleep (five hundred thousand)

Money comin', I think it's in love with me (five hundred thousand)

I'm the club throwin' money on the freaks (money piling)

It ain't 'bout money then no need for us to speak (money piling)
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