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Gucci Mane - Never Runnin Out Of Money (feat. E-40) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
30 Roc
Programming
E-40
E-40
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Lyrics
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Samuel Gloade
Samuel Gloade
Songwriter
E-40
E-40
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
30 Roc
Producer
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Recording Engineer
Salvador Majail
Salvador Majail
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

(30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga) I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Playing poker in the Poconos and raised it one-twenty Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't Playing poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Playing Texas, hold 'em, nigga, that's just honey bun money Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughing, think it's funny I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Like a bee come for that honey, that's that honey bun money I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money It look like Lenox in my closet, change that topic, don't let me pop it (what?) Tucked my chain and stopped the flossing, not no option, how I'm rocking (word) All this ice on like it's hockey (burr), call me papi, bitch, suck me sloppy (Papi) Feed me, fuck me, take me shopping (ha) Head so good, had to tell her, "Stop it" (stop it) Upgraded my class, now they can't copy All this cash and it got me cocky (Racks) Get all these M's, feel like I'm boxing (boxing) 'Cause I'm running to the racks like Rocky (Go) Cut the roof off, made 'em chop it (cut) We in the booth, I made her pop it (good) She the truth, can't even knock it Made her slurp it up like Sake Playing poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Playing Texas hold 'em, nigga, that's just honey bun money Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughing, think it's funny I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Like a bee come for that honey, that's that honey bun money (uh) I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Man, these niggas out here barking (barking) They ain't balling like Harden (Harden) They ain't shooting like Steph (Steph) Get on the stand and confess ('fess) Pour water on your chest (chest) Emerald custom baguettes (baguettes) Hypothermia wrist (wrist), presidential Rolex (Rolex) Runnin' out of money, never runnin' out of money (money) When you havin' money, can't be stuntin' hella clumsy (clumsy) Out here in the Bay, it's hella cold when it's sunny (Sunny) Out here where we living, it's a jungle like Jumanji It's the penitentiary or the youth authority When you're out of town, you better move accordingly I don't get mad when a nigga got more than me Legend in the game and I got seniority (bitch) Playing poker in the Poconos, he raised it one-twenty Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Playing Texas hold 'em, nigga, that's just honey bun money Hell, I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Nigga shank you for a hundred, keep on laughing, think it's funny I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money Like a bee come for that honey, that's that honey bun money I don't give a damn, I ain't runnin' out of money
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Radric Delantic Davis, Samuel Gloade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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