作词 : Radric Davis 作曲 : Radric Davis [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] All my listeners need to listen up Because I'm rich as **** No petitioner my peninsula Imma finish her perpendicular Whats a pencil for? What the pistol for Get the rental car I'm not into her Talking shit to her Strapped with a suit like a minister I'm sinister, grab your sister dismember her Dropping damage on screamin **** the law Smoking out the jar Hating on me ain't gone get you very far And my doors ajar, ****ed your mom Woke up in a jar If I ****ed her raw, coulda been ya pa' Shining like a star You a fraud Made the crowd applaud Gotta thank the lord For my boy, brick squad Money over broads
[Hook] Mob shit mob shit Get a nigga wild quick All my niggas hittin licks All my bitches sell bricks
Mob shit Mob shit Get a nigga robbed quick All my niggas hittin licks All my bitches sell bricks
You nigga leaving with the ones I can't indulge in that The bitch try to hug me I won't hug her back I can walk through this bitch for like 35 racks Promoter say he never seen a club so packed I got racks on racks I got tatts on tatts Think I took steroids when you check my stats A 20million dollar bitch when I met my match Rolling stone where my homies lay I laid my hat **** a home got a ??? with 15 straps 15 people dealing gotta sell this crack Cold hard as the ??? that is on my lap A weak link in the chain holding too much slack (Wop!)
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作词 : Radric Davis 作曲 : Radric Davis [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] All my listeners need to listen up Because I'm rich as **** No petitioner my peninsula Imma finish her perpendicular Whats a pencil for? What the pistol for Get the rental car I'm not into her Talking shit to her Strapped with a suit like a minister I'm sinister, grab your sister dismember her Dropping damage on screamin **** the law Smoking out the jar Hating on me ain't gone get you very far And my doors ajar, ****ed your mom Woke up in a jar If I ****ed her raw, coulda been ya pa' Shining like a star You a fraud Made the crowd applaud Gotta thank the lord For my boy, brick squad Money over broads
[Hook] Mob shit mob shit Get a nigga wild quick All my niggas hittin licks All my bitches sell bricks
Mob shit Mob shit Get a nigga robbed quick All my niggas hittin licks All my bitches sell bricks
You nigga leaving with the ones I can't indulge in that The bitch try to hug me I won't hug her back I can walk through this bitch for like 35 racks Promoter say he never seen a club so packed I got racks on racks I got tatts on tatts Think I took steroids when you check my stats A 20million dollar bitch when I met my match Rolling stone where my homies lay I laid my hat **** a home got a ??? with 15 straps 15 people dealing gotta sell this crack Cold hard as the ??? that is on my lap A weak link in the chain holding too much slack (Wop!)
