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Is Gucci Burr Hey All this money out here Gotta get it Price so cheap When it's winter time I fly to where is summer time Spend a hundred grand at any given time of day So much cash on me you think I robbed an armored truck Smoking kush in front of 12 like we don't give a fuck Want some trap shit you came to the right place In the Peach State trafficking these Cali grapes I'm a king I swear that I should play for Sacramento Put a hit on you your ho all and the fucking kin too Treat my cars just like my house put curtains on all my window So much codeine in this sprite it look like Pepto-Bismol Miss me with all of that gossip and that innuendo They say my diamond chain is ill they say that I'm a sicko Made a hundred thousand dollars standing at the Citgo You bust it up and you see crystals sparkling in the middle And I never stopped jugging nigga cause I'm not a quitter And when I hit the club I hit it with a bunch of killers My mama gave birth to a trap boy, trap boy Then trap boy then turned into a dope man, dope man Gucci man la Flare I got old money, old money And I'm a be a hustlin' ass old man, old man This one dedicated to the dope boys Price so low I'm at a loss for words I know you nigga heard I got them Georgia birds 23 5 Nigga spread the word Fuck with me you know I got the Charlie Sheen Hundread pints of purple that's alot of lean Got 2000 pounds of swag like I cut the grass He said the robbing crew snatched me but that made me laugh So many bank rolls in my robin pockets bout to bust Walking trought the mall and I'm smelling like a pound of kush I got thirty grand on me and a .40 Cal I'm in a Louie V store signing autographs My plug text me said it just came I text him back my nigga I'll be on my way I'm selling more scale than Spondivits Got a four bedroom with like twelve kitchen And ain't no broke niggas coming to my house Got that white girl call her Amy Winehouse Old school '74 costs a townhouse Better bring 'em pounds before I bring the 9 out My mama gave birth to a trap boy (trap boy) That trap boy done turned into a dope man (dope man) Gucci Mane La Flare I got old money (old money) And Imma be a hustlin' ass old man (old man) This one dedicated to the dope boys Price so low I'm at a loss for words I know you nigga heard I got them Goergia birds 23.5 Nigga spread the word Holiday Season Nigga My mama gave birth to a trap boy (trap boy) Then trap boy then turned into a dope man
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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