Gucci Mane - Say No Mo lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Gucci Mane - Say No Mo lyrics]
(Zaytoven)
Huh? Huh? (Zaytoven)
Ziggy, Ziggy
In that pocket, in that motherfucking pocket (Huh?)
Burr (Burr)
East Atlanta Santa, nigga (Yeah)
(It's gettin' cold out here, I'm freezing)
Convertibles in the wintertime (Haha)
Ha (Catch up, go)
I'm Guwop the creator
I gives a fuck 'bout a hater
I want more paper than Oprah
I sell more Oprah than Kroger
They say, "Guwop, man
You local and plus your daddy a smoker"
Man, I'm a hood stockbroker
It ain't nobody doper
Man, I'm too fresh for the city
I should move out the country
They say nobody showed me love, but fuck it
Show me the money
The best dressed in thе game
I should walk down the runway
I'm in my Maybach jammin' Ross and
I'm so ready for gunplay
You wanna bе the next Gucci
You might get there one day
You wanna met Gucci
I be in Magic every Monday
Fresh bag full of cash
I walk out with the swag
You know my engine in the back
And my top's in the trash
If you ain't talking 'bout cash, say no more
Say no more if that bitch ain't giving no
Ass up, say no more, say no more
If two hundred ain't on your
Dashboard, say no more, say no more
If it ain't no stamps in
Your passport, say no more, say no more
Say no more, say no more
Say no motherfucking more
Say no more, say no more
Say no motherfucking more
If you niggas ain't gettin' no
Money, say no more, say no more
If you bitches ain't talkin' 'bout
Bread, say no more, say no more wop
You better listen to pimpin'
I put that bitch in position
I fucked her in so
Many different motherfuckin' positions
That the bitch walked out that hotel limpin'
I'm tryna beat the bitch like a
Nigga just got out of prison
Versace linen on my bed, man
They match my denim
Helmut Lang and Buscemi, man
They match my pimpin'
Cartier with clear lenses
Please, don't cloud my vision
And nobody fuck with Gucci Mane kitchen
Gucci Mane and 'Tiggy, man
It's classic to me
You say your baby daddy broke, damn
That's tragic to me
You just called me three times
That's harassment to me
Nigga, go and get some money
Get the fuck 'way from me wop
If you ain't talking 'bout cash, say no more
Say no more if that bitch ain't giving no
Ass up, say no more, say no more
If two hundred ain't on your
Dashboard, say no more, say no more
If it ain't no stamps in
Your passport, say no more, say no more
Say no more, say no more
Say no motherfucking more
Say no more, say no more
Say no motherfucking more
If you niggas ain't gettin' no
Money, say no more, say no more
If you bitches ain't talkin' 'bout
Bread, say no more, say no more wop
Huh? Huh? (Zaytoven)
Ziggy, Ziggy
In that pocket, in that motherfucking pocket (Huh?)
Burr (Burr)
East Atlanta Santa, nigga (Yeah)
(It's gettin' cold out here, I'm freezing)
Convertibles in the wintertime (Haha)
Ha (Catch up, go)
I'm Guwop the creator
I gives a fuck 'bout a hater
I want more paper than Oprah
I sell more Oprah than Kroger
They say, "Guwop, man
You local and plus your daddy a smoker"
Man, I'm a hood stockbroker
It ain't nobody doper
Man, I'm too fresh for the city
I should move out the country
They say nobody showed me love, but fuck it
Show me the money
The best dressed in thе game
I should walk down the runway
I'm in my Maybach jammin' Ross and
I'm so ready for gunplay
You wanna bе the next Gucci
You might get there one day
You wanna met Gucci
I be in Magic every Monday
Fresh bag full of cash
I walk out with the swag
You know my engine in the back
And my top's in the trash
If you ain't talking 'bout cash, say no more
Say no more if that bitch ain't giving no
Ass up, say no more, say no more
If two hundred ain't on your
Dashboard, say no more, say no more
If it ain't no stamps in
Your passport, say no more, say no more
Say no more, say no more
Say no motherfucking more
Say no more, say no more
Say no motherfucking more
If you niggas ain't gettin' no
Money, say no more, say no more
If you bitches ain't talkin' 'bout
Bread, say no more, say no more wop
You better listen to pimpin'
I put that bitch in position
I fucked her in so
Many different motherfuckin' positions
That the bitch walked out that hotel limpin'
I'm tryna beat the bitch like a
Nigga just got out of prison
Versace linen on my bed, man
They match my denim
Helmut Lang and Buscemi, man
They match my pimpin'
Cartier with clear lenses
Please, don't cloud my vision
And nobody fuck with Gucci Mane kitchen
Gucci Mane and 'Tiggy, man
It's classic to me
You say your baby daddy broke, damn
That's tragic to me
You just called me three times
That's harassment to me
Nigga, go and get some money
Get the fuck 'way from me wop
If you ain't talking 'bout cash, say no more
Say no more if that bitch ain't giving no
Ass up, say no more, say no more
If two hundred ain't on your
Dashboard, say no more, say no more
If it ain't no stamps in
Your passport, say no more, say no more
Say no more, say no more
Say no motherfucking more
Say no more, say no more
Say no motherfucking more
If you niggas ain't gettin' no
Money, say no more, say no more
If you bitches ain't talkin' 'bout
Bread, say no more, say no more wop