Baby Money - Gucci lyrics

[Baby Money - Gucci lyrics]

(1800 for you, DavyDaDon)

You want some coochie, buy
A bitch some Gucci, she gon' give it up
We all shooters, so before you play
We don't give a fuck
Remember fucked up and bad, you was there
Ain't give me nothin'
A half a million in all
Twenties, from now on, give me hundreds
'23, I'm drivin' Lambs, '03
They drove Hummers
Already got too many friends
I'm tryna get some more money
Bad bitches, I fuck runners, bag flippin'
I got onions
Tryna touch another M before the summer

Whole fit came from Europe
I ain't never been to London
Spot full of drums and sticks and
I ain't never been a drummer
Fuck the league
This lil' nigga ridin' with me got a jumper
I give him cheese, but he'll go and catch a
Body just for nothing
You gotta hustle, any bitch you think want
You can fuck her from the jump, I'll tell a
Bitch, "I like you, I don't love you"
I was fucked up and broke, ask them niggas
I was bummy then ask how I got up on
My feet and started running
I ain't lookin' back
She got my heart and the receipt
This bitch took it back
When you was tryna crack them hoes
We was cookin' crack
An easy steal, lil' nigga
That's a rookie pass
Goin' around askin' how we eatin'
With your lookin' ass

You want some coochie, buy
A bitch some Gucci, she gon' give it up
We all shooters, so before you play
We don't give a fuck
Remember fucked up and bad, you was there
Ain't give me nothin'
A half a million in all
Twenties, from now on, give me hundreds
'23, I'm drivin' Lambs, '03
They drove Hummers
Already got too many friends
I'm tryna get some more money
Bad bitches, I fuck runners, bag flippin'
I got onions
Tryna touch another M before the summer

All 'za
I got a whole box for you for a hundred
Bitch told me shoot my shot, nigga
You know I'm gon' gun her
Four thousand a pop
'bout to pour your whole month up
Out of all my mama kids
Niggas tell me I'm the dumb one
45 with a switch, get on feet
We gotta run it hit his ass a block away
These niggas prey and I'm the hunter
Knock y'all big dog down
I was raised in the jungle
Three states in three days
I'm on my way back with nothin'
We get money, I like bad bitches
She like street niggas
Say she like niggas with guns
I got three with me
These hoes fuckin' everybody
I got three bitches soon as you jump off the
Bait, I'ma keep fishin', easy Money

You want some coochie, buy
A bitch some Gucci, she gon' give it up
We all shooters, so before you play
We don't give a fuck
Remember fucked up and bad, you was there
Ain't give me nothin'
A half a million in all
Twenties, from now on, give me hundreds
'23, I'm drivin' Lambs, '03
They drove Hummers
Already got too many friends
I'm tryna get some more money
Bad bitches, I fuck runners, bag flippin'
I got onions
Tryna touch another M before the summer

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