Gucci Mane Ft. Yung Fresh & Jose Guapo - My Customer Lyrics

Gucci Mane Ft. Yung Fresh & Jose Guapo - My Customer Lyrics:

[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo’cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse:]
Gucci man, I’m coming through customs, and bills I’m busting ‘em
Shout out to my momma, I love her, I got my money out
Niggas, they be hayley discussing, yo, where yo money, yo?
How you think Gucci Mane owe you, man, you ain’t frontin’, nigga
Gucii Mane not take pro’lem, you just a customer
Niggas neva thought we would make it, man, they don’t fuck wid us
Juice Man brought a ton of pro’lems, ‘partment full of baking bottles
We keep looking out the glasses, like we playn cops and robbers
But fuck the coppers, and fuck the robbers
It’s Big Guap, yo, pusha man, I saw your problems
Look, I dunno who’s looking at you wid binoculars
Alright in the phobia, four drop spiders goo up in the fight, yo

[Hook:]
If yo daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo’cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse:]
Cause you hanging wit a yung nigga, gulping on a wrist fish
Gallup on them on my draws, ain’t leave until they ain’t love
Gramy sent me freezin’, man, they hardly hit ‘em, bitch gon’ swole
Man on block, he had it here, man don’t serve a clash here
Where’s that 39 shit? Full of ghiddy detail
Fish scale got my phone, ring it?! Ring ring, my lil’ bling it?!
All these bitches on me feenin’. Fucking money, they on my penis?!
On the road to squeeze money, world wide, nigga, we feenin’
(You a customer coming back? Shit, I got it fo’ sale)

[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo’cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

[Verse:]
I got it on my own, uncle got it at the bowl, possing stowe
To the low, you know everytime us go. Hustling hoe, the trap don’t roll
It’s outta control, everything is served
Coming through it, instead of making plays, right?
I don’t sip absurd!
They dealin’, they dealin’, they dealin’
The trap bugs, they gon’ make a killin’
Got money all under the matrice
And hundreds, they all in the ceiling
I’m fucking now all of the’ bitches
I’m make ‘em do all of me business
I make ‘em make all of my playz
I make ‘em do all of my dealin’

[Hook:]
Yo baby daddy buy the shit from me? He my customer
Yo old lady come and get shit free? She my customer
Although I sell, I hit the back of weed. I love my customers.
Chide with me, you no got shit fo’cheese. I love my customers
You my customer, damn, she my customer
He my customer, damn, they my customers
Daddy a hustler, mama raised a hustler
To you, your baby brotha, to me just a customer

Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft. Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter & Alley Boy)

Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft.  Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter &Alley Boy)

Trinidad James - Ea$tside Lyrics (Ft.  Ft. Childish Gambino, Gucci Mane, Young Scooter &Alley Boy):

[Hook]

Fuck ‘em up

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

You don’t like me nigga, then fight (fuck ‘em up)

Y’all niggas can’t do shit (bitch)

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

I said now, y’all niggas can’t do shit

[Verse 1: Trinidad James]

I’m in DC with them…

Cali, call up Nipsey

In Philly, I know Meek

I know Meek and Omelly

I call up Bigga Rankin

Nigga down in that…

Shout out to them bad bitches

KOD Miami

Salute to them Haitian niggas

Hot down in Little Haiti

Salute to Jimmy nigga

Harlem going crazy

I’m good nigga, even in Texas

Better watch what you rap about

I call up the Prince boys

I know you heard about Rap-a-lot

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]

Guwop or doo-wop

I’m a trap nigga, I’m not hip-hop

Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops

My clip long like tube socks

If you say something, I’mma spray something

Wanna fuck some and I’mma pay something

Had a threesome with your BM

And my young niggas’ll take some

Take money to make money

I’m a great ape with this AK

Banana clip for these monkey niggas

I’m a millionaire, but a country nigga

Half a mil on a dice game

Three mil on my ice game

Was all good ’til your wife came

It’s Gucci Mane, you in my lane

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]

Quarter million dollar worth of jewelry…

You haters sittin’ plottin’

Y’all niggas ain’t gonna do shit

My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks

Independent major label deal, I’m filthy rich

Little Mexico lingo

We got a home where we make kilos

You say you move kilos

But nigga, you still stuck on zeroes

Fake rappers, I don’t like

All I rap is white

VVS my ice

Nigga, fuck your highest price

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Alley Boy]

Alley Boy don’t play

Little Trouble don’t play

Bitch ain’t gonna play, Little Ricky don’t play

Get you take, new face in the A

These young shooters gonna do what I say

New king of the south, they can’t do shit

Atta boy, 2Pac in ’96

But I ain’t get shot, I’mma chill me a bitch

…Zone 6, I’mma wrap these bricks

…eye for an eye

War cry nigga, these bullets gonna fly

From 1 to 6 dare nigga to try

Pussy went black from all that fire

With my gold grill and my gold Bentley

…father…

Y’all niggas can’t do shit

Fuck ‘em up, you better stay red

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Childish Gambino]

Pull up in an Audi, they don’t know shit about me

These rappers are so inventive

Your Maserati is rented, my second house is in Venice

3rd in Kaua’i, I got a bird cause I’m fly, I don’t wanna brag

These niggas wanna break my neck

They could, I’m a buck fifty when soaking wet

My hood got a clear port and an ocean deck

I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to death

Back for more, fuck it, I’mma rap some more

I got some white girls with me like I’m Macklemore

My back is sore, from whippin’ in the Jaguar

I’m the goat like a motherfucking Capricorn

Yeah, I hate whack niggas, that’s my fucking problem (true)

I’m too turned up like like the fucking volume

These niggas get dropped like my fucking albums

Eastside, Stone Mountain

[Hook]

Juvenile - Narcotics Ft. Gucci Mane & Young Juve Lyrics

Juvenile - Narcotics Ft. Gucci Mane & Young Juve Lyrics:

[Hook: Juvenile]
Said she that work, cocaine body
A-1 Nola, I call it narcotic
I need another hit, I’m startin’ to get violent
Pullin’ out the chopper got me ‘round here wildin’
Said she that work, cocaine body
A-1 Nola, I call it narcotic
I need another hit, I’m startin’ to get violent
Pullin’ out the chopper got me ‘round here wildin’

[Verse 1: Juvenile]
Just like coke, she got that work
And she got it hidden right up under her skirt
I ain’t even dancin’ you’re makin’ me sweat
I had to slow it down, I had to take a deep breath
One pure fiend, the line’s still long
And it’s gon’ be that way until it’s time to go home
I grab hold to a pretty bitch and I say:
What is it, full? I been waitin’ all day
Look at her face, damn she built
Where would a nigga be at in this world without milk?
On a regular night it never take me this long
I probably would have grabbed her by the arm and been gone

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
She got that work, cocaine body
Last bitch I had was down, but I couldn’t make no profit
Tried to put her on the game, she didn’t want no knowledge
Got that real good brain, but I ain’t seen no college
I need to change the chick in just ‘cause this bitch got mollies
Left a stain on the brain so this bitch start smilin’
Switchin’ lanes in the Range, man the kid be stylin’
Her friend callin’ me, man, this nigga straight wildin’
Pussy nigga, I ain’t lying, man this hoes cook nice
She ain’t but you a Mercedes, why the fuck’s she trying?
Bitch, I’m doin’ all the driving, but she doin’ all the ridin’
Since I’m doin’ all the cooking, then I’m doin’ all the shinin’

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Juve]
I’m out here fuckin’ wildin’, up ‘cause I need a fix
And your hoe built up pretty dope, I’m talkin’ house of bricks
Top like a quarter-pound, ass is like double that
And if she front a nigga somethin’ I’ll flip it and bring it back
I’m servin’ dick, skeetin’ white, bumpin’ in her trap, mouse
Work so good make a nigga wanna tap out
Homies say that I’m trippin’, but I tell ‘em I’m faded
Champing to make it as long as I got my medication
Body look like that purp, pussy purer than ‘cane
Ecstasy with that neck, ‘cause look, mama mouth is insane
She run that shit like a hustler in the streets with it
But she hella bad, hella thick and petite with it

[Hook]

Gucci Mane - The Motto (Remix) Ft. Drake Lyrics

Gucci Mane - The Motto (Remix) Ft. Drake Lyrics:

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Gucci Mane - Okay With Me Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics

Gucci Mane - Okay With Me Ft. 2 Chainz Lyrics:

hook:
yep okay don’t play with me
bad bitches they stay with me
wanna pop bottles all night with me
all day with me okay with me
don’t don’t play with me
bad bitches they stay with me
wanna pop bottles all night with me
all day with me okay with me
yeah so ... yeah so .. me
it’s okay with me, yeah it’ okay with me
don’t play with me
bad bitches they stay with me
wanna pop bottles all night with me
all day with me okay with me

wide boys dope boys wild players pull up in your opinions
back in back like is a real one
i pull the game is disgusting ..niggas discuss me
talking on loud like .. i got real life
i got bills a lot i got bricks .. to take a bill me
i got time to .. say by ..my own need in a ..
like a nigga in cash ..my own .. that bill shit
i like bad food i need .. i gotta told y’all
i got ....go faster
...
gucci mane i aint’ shine the champagne in my campaign
fly there too probably .. is this two shines in a ..


[hook:]

yeah okay with me, yeah it’s okay with me
shawty got the crowds legs i got the ..bay with me
then i go the key with me, i wish they would try bitch
some niggas selling wood ticket and i won’t even bottle chicks
i go hard competin my bank roll ..
take a home completely then i squit her at the ..
doing with no compassion do it without her asking
yeah i’m from atlanta but my jury from alaska
i’m gonna be what i’m gonna be ..your arms upon me
concrete upon that ..the mirror how hard attack
boom bottom ..a nigga round real harder
playin back my .. livin like it’s no tomorrow

[hook:]

Yo Gotti - Colors Lyrics (Ft. Juelz Santana & Gucci Mane)

Yo Gotti - Colors (Ft. Juelz Santana & Gucci Mane) Lyrics:

yeah yeah yeah

we’re black and white and i’m color black
all i see is green dollars sense
i’m .. got it

hook:
black on black hoody with the black man
white on white whips and a real match
world black and white i’m coming black
all i see them green little dollars ..
black on black hoody with the black man
white on white whips and a real match
world black and white i’m coming black
all i see them green little dollars ..

try to worry nigga though man
i switch the hundred 50 .. i am
whole world black and white ..
..ass nigga i could tell a snitch
no cartoons i was setting .. birds
nigga ain’t from the .. got a lot of nerves
i just pull up on my .. the purp
smoking with the ..we call the ..
and i see a six hundred i’ll wait
talking .. cut the price ..
mister day hard move the world’s face
whole bunch of white .. in the blick bay
i just wanna see some green and some ..
and to makin money fly watch the strippers dance
shawty says she likes get in i should call a ray
total of black and white girl

[hook:]

is gucci mane calling stevie wonder
i don’t’ see these haters i just see the numbers
i just see the money, i just see the ..
drop the top on the burk i just see the summer
bunch of oj white guys in my pocket
i stash the .. and forgot the ..
i might cash shot i might benz ..you’re going ..
but you’re leaving in the glass high
nigga with my gucci shades on i got 9 vision
.. in my worry like ..
and evert day i’m on dough you wont’ staright pass
i don’t see you niggas is like a ..
yeah i’m calling blind i’m like yellow ..
i like my cope white i like my cush strong
so nigga tune in my life with my movie
say is a .. the nigga cold ..

[hook:]

all i see is dare people, all i see is dare people
red dot shot shot i see there people
should em do a snap back make his hair ..
party camp, party camp had enough a nigga to my body camp
ayo 15 on a lot of .. snipe a kid so that bitch don’t’ make none sound
..with them blue tips, 20 shot clip there she move shit
white car that’s my cool whip feel movin 8 balls without a pull stick
..bitch i don’t see no colors but i see you’re hatin ass mother f*ckers
i got some low niggas that do you dirty
free charge too they just swore put some working

[hook:]

Gucci Mane & V-Nasty - Fuck You Lyrics

Gucci Mane - Fuck You ft V-Nasty ft Slim Dunkin Lyrics:

[Verse 1: V-Nasty]
I think they mad cause I’m relevant
Big choppers put holes in elephants
I got a bad bitch and she’s elegant
Bet a hundred thousand that bitch selling it
Come on the block, bitch I’m doing all this shit
Them suckers looking over there looking is irrelevant
I got a boatload coming from Mexico
And if the bitches talking gas, they ass like Texaco
I’m a reckless ho, you can’t check this ho
Bitch, my outfit cost more than your necklace, ho
And I’m doing shit that you never seen before
Having withdrawals, man, hurry with my boat

[Hook: V-Nasty]
Fuck you! Bitch fuck your mama too!
You can’t fuck with us
You can’t do what we do

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got a swag so sick make the ho start cough
I got a Lamborghini, hit the gas, bitch get lost
You with a loser, need to lose him, if not — your loss
I got a suburban ?
I’m a boss, you’s a worker boy, go jerk off
Brick Squad on the stage, know our shirts off
And I’m horny as a rhino and her ass soft
I got a fetish for a fine ho: I break her off
Let’s get it on, let’s get it in
Let’s get it on, do it again
So bring a friend if you want to
Don’t tell me what you won’t do
Want me like I want you? All night long!
Let’s get it on!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Slim Dunkin]
I fuck her, you lick her
I hit her and pass her
The ? at the light wanna fuck her by tonight
She say her friend a dyke so she allergic to the pipe
?
Take care of my apperaance
Shoes on clearance
Fuck your mama, your sister and your kids
Would say fuck your girl but I already did
I be in and out of ? can’t go in and out of ?
And I got the bird, man: I be stuntin like my pa
Going private when I travel: plane
Louis in my baggie claim
Standing on the couches with V-Nasty and Gucci Mane
All the ice on my hands got my fingers cold
Call me Snoop Dogg: I don’t finger roll..

[Hook] 

Ludacris - Shake N Fries ft Gucci Mane Lyrics

Ludacris - Shake N Fries ft Gucci Mane Lyrics:

[Gucci mane]
Hey how you doin’, Ms. Lady? You so fine with it
I know you handlin’ business, can I get your 5 minutes?
Don’t be offended by me telling you you thick with it
Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?
Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?
Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?
Don’t be offended when I tell you that you’re very pretty
Wit all that shake, can a player get some fries with it?
‘s Gucci

[Ludacris - Verse 1]
That waist got a swivel to it
But that ass a Cali earthquake jiggle to it
She a stallion, no horseshit
You could fit that bitch’s booty on a forklift
Beep! Beep! Bitch back it up
I put my balls on the table, tell her rack ‘em up
Vanilla bed sheets, chocolate laid one way
Sprinkle my nuts on top — what a sundae, hey
Whipped cream cherry on top
And when I ain’t wit’ her, p-ssy on lock
Throw away the key, it’s a rap bitch!
Large shake and a Ludacris sandwich

[Hook]

[Gucci Mane]
Yo, mama turned out, she so popular
You suckers can’t see her with binoculars
She’ll suck your pocket dry like Dracula
Her last boyfriend bought her an Acura
Don’t try to get all attached to her
She an alley-cat type — that chick’ll scratch you up
Like Bel Biv DeVoe said, “She’s dangerous”
Her old man used to snort angel dust
So, don’t be quick to judge, shorty bad as f-ck
She’s the type that drive back with the bricks for bucks
She had a ballplayer dude but she f-cked him up
He bankrupt, selling cars like an auctioner
It’s Gucci

[Hook]

[Ludacris]
I’ve got a sausage for them hot cakes
And I be f-ckin’ while you niggas out on hot dates
You all polite and open doors for her
While every night I put that blanket on the floor for her
These hoes be sprintin’ like it’s track ‘n’ field
Because this supersize dick is their Happy Meal
So for an extra value woody
Put this Big Mac into that Quarter-Pound p-ssy, yes!
It’s Ludacris “Mr. Slay-A-Bitch”
Unless that p-ssy is smelling like a Filet-O-Fish
Shoo Fly, ho! Kick the bucket
And niggas talking shit I bust ‘em in their chicken nugget

[Hook]

DJ Drama ft. Gucci Mane - Me & My Money Lyrics

DJ Drama ft. Gucci Mane - Me & My Money Lyrics:

ayyeeeee!

chorus:
me and money go together
loved this since i first met her
if you touch it i get jealous
she do just what i tell her!
me and money go together
loved this since i first met her
if you touch it i get jealous
she do just what i tell her!

got the suckers on my side, looking might jealous ..
it ain’t nothing you can tell us, your girl try to get near us
you talk a lot, i can’t hear, she’s curios, and i’m serious!
my money stash my girlfriend, drop by and i...
try to get money to the world and i will still face that...
so get a ring and count the fellows
cause m and money go together
we go in and...
i love it like my favorite...
damn, money gotta...
got me out these bad whores, got me out...

chorus:
me and money go together
loved this since i first met her
if you touch it i get jealous
she do just what i tell her!
me and money go together
loved this since i first met her
if you touch it i get jealous
she do just what i tell her!

huh, started this shit out of wholly matrimony
if we break up she go charge me alimony
and if they found...
i’mma help her move to another country!
it ain’t no secret... get money
boy.. you know we’ll get money!
i come ready to play like super ball sunday
let ‘em out to the... like the shit burning!
i play the cards i was dealt like ...
..so you know i gotta go for doubles
me and money, tell the truth, we make a good couple
break up with my girlfriend and i’m in trouble!

chorus:
me and money go together
loved this since i first met her
if you touch it i get jealous
she do just what i tell her!
me and money go together
loved this since i first met her
if you touch it i get jealous
she do just what i tell her!

huh, she my girlfriend, so we sleep together
got a hundred grands in my fucking pillow
and if i have a problem then i go and get her
but tell the truth you know...
she stay with me sunny on a rainy weather
she really help a nigger, get his life together
my money, i hope you’ll be my wife forever
make a hater sick, you’ll have to take it...
baby we gonna tight the knot like a fucking...
make a hundred million children..
take a picture with my girl, don’t we look successful?
i keep that bitch with me, so my life is never stressful!

chorus:
me and money go together
loved this since i first met her
if you touch it i get jealous
she do just what i tell her!
me and money go together
loved this since i first met her
if you touch it i get jealous
she do just what i tell her!

The Game - Wow Ft. Gucci Mane Lyrics

Game - Wow Ft. Gucci Mane Lyrics:

[Verse 1 - Game:]
My car, my bitch nigger, everything major
My niggers they shoot like Indiana Pacers
Indiana hoosers don’t get more about the laser
What your fucking team up, meaning [?]
Red phantom pink slip, everything paid for
Black 24′s lips fatter than Fantasia’s
Had a bitch from Asia, put her up on the chronic
And her name Su Woo, isn’t it ironic?
My bars Grey Goose and tonic and when I vomit
Respect me like Muhammed, but nigger I’m not Islamic
All about my profit, angel in the cockpit
Devil in the rear view, heaven’s the only option
Angel on the hood like reverend runs [?]
The day I’m feeling good riding in his holy ghost
Hate me like I’m god’s son wanna see you deceased
Break the 6th commandment if you run upon this Jesus piece

[Chorus - Gucci Mane:]
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow

[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane:]
Balling, like Amauri
I’m not an athlete but it’s a track beat
I’m on a great run, the world love me
So love to hate me, it’s all gravy
So icy, so [?] ice cream on my face it ain’t your face nigger
I’m on my grind constant, yeah my grind custom
While you cross counters, we cross continents
Yellow diamonds on my wrist it looking like an omelette
I’m not a pumpkin, I trap [?]
I got irons, squares for you
Power for goons, prepare for you
So where the move blood i’m tattooed [?]
I’m a straight thug, I keep a [?]
So where the move blood i’m tattooed [?]
I’m a straight thug, I keep a [?]

[Chorus - Gucci Mane:]
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow

[Verse 3 - Game:]
[?] we onto something major
Chains, Gucci, light it up like Vegas
Down goes Frasier, my shooters like [?]
And we keep that new pain run when you see them lasers
We bring them trailblazers smoking kush from Malaysians
Still trapping like back then the iPhones were pagers
Click clapping, what’s happening 4 5 at you haters
Keep yapping, I’m clapping, T.I. know we Takers
Nigger I don’t give a damn [?] cellophane
Get your boss on your phone cause we don’t fuck with middle men
Hit your boss at your home fucking with my middle man
Where I’m from it’s off at your dome for just a kilogram
Gucci they talking about that tattoo up your face
Must of forgotten them boys you shot nigger murder was the case
This summer is ours ain’t a motherfucker safe
And in a fall, I’m putting 5 mil in a fucking safe

[Chorus - Gucci Mane:]
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow
Wow my whip like wow, I wish like chick like mic iced out
My rims like wow, I’m smoking right now
You prob say ow, cause my gun go pow, wow