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You Gona Love Me (feat. Verse Simmonds)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Verse Simmonds
Verse Simmonds
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer

Lyrics

We ain't lookin' at the price tag, fuck that Baby if you like that, you get that You gon love me, you gon love me You gon love me, you gon love me You see I got enough to get your life right Money make you come, we gon be fuckin' all night You gon love me, you gon love me You gon love me, you gon love me I can't lie, I'm into you Baby what you finna do Yeah I'm on some other shit My hoes don't wear no tennis shoes I put you on the money, baby roll with me you never lose I'll take you to a island, fly you places you ain't never flew Every day's a business move, your boyfriend tighter than a Jew I'm richer than a average nigga, baby I wouldn't lie to you When I say you fine as fuck, baby girl I ain't tryna flatter you But your boyfriend is a rainbow and he tryin' to overshadow you Gucci Mane'll splatter you, I'm the one she walkin' to I'm sippin' Absolut, I change your longitude and latitude Bitch show me some gratitude, what's up with this attitude You mad these bitches jockin' me, they mad because I'm jockin' you We ain't lookin' at the price tag, fuck that Baby if you like that, you get that You gon love me, you gon love me You gon love me, you gon love me You see I got enough to get your life right Money make you come, we gon be fuckin' all night You gon love me, you gon love me You gon love me, you gon love me I got that Rolex, morn sex, big dick I got that Rolex, morn sex, big dick I got that Rolex, morn sex, big dick I got that Rolex, morn sex, big dick Handle mines in the bedroom, got you singin' somethin' like it's iTunes Then hit the rest of this bottle, get fucked up and I got you We gon tell them all up, baller call up your job tell em' you out Soon as you hit the door they gon Kodak, expensive shit and they know that I keep you fly like you on that Louie always in contact Some say I score you, but I can't afford to We gettin' money, we gettin' money 1017 and it's time to Turn up, roll up, burn up 'til I'm so stuck Poppin' bands, I got Rollies Fuckin' nigga so lonely It's whatever you like yeah, it's whatever you like Just know you shop 'til you drop, and we gonna fuck tonight We ain't lookin' at the price tag, fuck that Baby if you like that, you get that You gon love me, you gon love me You gon love me, you gon love me You see I got enough to get your life right Money make you come, we gon be fuckin' all night You gon love me, you gon love me You gon love me, you gon love me
Writer(s): Xavier L. Dotson, Xavier Dotson, Radric Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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