Baby Money – Gucci Lyrics

Gucci Lyrics by Baby Money

[Intro]
(1800 for you)
(DavyDaDon)

[Chorus]
You want some coochie, buy a bitch some Gucci, she gon’ give it up
[?][0:12] 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, so now, I don’t get 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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
You want some coochie, buy a bitch some Gucci, she gon’ give it up
[?] 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, so now, I don’t get 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

[Verse 2]
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 [?][1:26]
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

[Chorus]
You want some coochie, buy a bitch some Gucci, she gon’ give it up
[?] 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, so now, I don’t get 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