Long Money

Jacuzzi on the roof Ugly hoes don't get the time of day Chiefing on sativa Smell the reefer from a mile away Pistol in my coupe Try my troops You'll get blown away Gucci Mane got long money Bitch that's all I got to say Gucci mane got long money That's what them bitches say Gucci mane got long money That's what them bitches say Gucci mane got long money That's what them bitches say I ain't even gotta talk My money conversate We been stunting Got a money tree I drown the bitch with money Ferrari with Them bumble-bee Forgiato sitting up under it ("How many carats in that bracelet baby?") I think about 200 Plus I hit the club with 50k Let's keep this shit 100 Got a couple houses Ghetto spouses In my penthouse Smoking ounces Came up selling ki's and ounces Half a pound White, Gold, and Brown My pants sag Grams wear 'em down These kats are trying to go downtown Just to walk around and window shop I shut them all down everytime Everytime that I hit the scene Fresher than I wanna be Cover of the magazine Back of the limousine Stacks in my denim jeans Hoes gone remember me 458 ship to me from Italy 612 sitting outside the facilities 911 Gucci ice game killing me Came a long way from drug dealing Waking up rich is a great feeling Couple million stashed for my grandchildren Just hand counted me a coupe half million Up on 'em Pull up on 'em Like a bird drop low And shit on 'em Piss on 'em Spit on 'em Tell them haters Gucci got rich on 'em It's GUCCI!! Every city I make magic I make money disappear Cause they attracted me How clear these diamonds Blinging in my ear So many wanna marry me I'm married to the game Cocaine put me in position Swagger brought me all the fame I need accountants to help me count it Rolls-Royce I mount it Corvette painted candy Drop the top And bitches crowd it Houses in Zone 6 All my niggas hustlers And robbers Don't fuck with us You'd be better off Fucking off with Angel Dust I'm racked up Like a pool table Stay draped up And Purple Label Drank purple drank Smoke purple weed Got a purple car And long paper Every day thank the Lord that I wake Every day living like my last day Shine so bright rock stupid ice More carats in my chain than a carrot cake Money short He running out I'm bussin' out Can't close the vault Ain't my fault It's yo fault Nobody stays here This my money's house Stash house Stocked up Try to fuck shit Get chopped up I'm rocked up Stay blocked up I ain't locked up But I'm guaped up It's GUCCI!!!