Music: Andrew Assatourian/Robert Lindsey
(Full of bad *****es, young niggas and Gs)
It's Gucci
(My bad, that's your girlfriend, then why's she leavin' with me?)
Gucci Mane (Full, full, full, full)
Full of bad *****es, young niggas and Gs
My enemies be on my shit, they look like groupies to me (Groupies)
My bad, that's your girlfriend, then why's she leavin' with me? (Yeah)
We ain't dated but a week but still she gave me a key
You say your nigga gettin' money
That ain't no money to me
You say your nigga gettin' money
That ain't no money to me
You say your nigga gettin' moneyβ
You say your nigga gettin' money
That ain't no money to me
Brrrt!
It's Gucci
Yeah (Woah)
I told 'em count them bands up, I gotta sell me a key (I told 'em)
Yeah
It's Gucci
Yeah
Gucci Mane
I served the homeboy, the preacher man an' grandma of the 3 (Woah)
I told 'em count them bands up, I gotta sell me a key (Sell me a key)
And even though you see me, MTV Jam of the week
I got the stupidest wrist game a nigga ever did see
I got the kangaroo money 'bout to jump out my jeans
I count my hundred thousand dollars that was just in my teens (Woah)
NBA money, nigga, this just one of my rings
You say your nigga gettin' money
That ain't no money to me
You say your nigga gettin' money
That ain't no money to me
You say your nigga gettin' money
That ain't no money to me
You say your nigga gettin' moneyβ
You say your nigga gettin' money
That ain't no money to me
Brrrt!
It's Gucci
Yeah (Woah)
I told 'em count them bands up, I gotta sell me a key (I told 'em)
Brrrt!
It's Gucci
Yeah
Yeah
It's Gucci
Brrrt!