Gucci Mane LYRICS

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Gucci Mane - Answer - lyrics

(Verse)
Swag so turnt up I walk past a *****
I don't need a *****, don't even aks for shit
I got a fly mouth and yea I talk nasty *****
Yo nigga used to have cash, now he broke as shit
2002 man I was serving massive bricks
Call me and my niggas Pacman the shit
I can't fit in my past so rubber band the shit
My mama kicked me out cuz she couldn't understand this shit
I wish that I could turn but I'm not an evangelist
I wanna go to church but I feel like a hypocrite
Cuz when that work came in I had to sell this shit
So many P's at the trap then they would smell the shit
It's Guwop
(Hook x2)
Answer, answer
Nigga owe me money but the nigga won't answer
Answer, answer
Got a ***** with me, now the ***** won't answer
Answer, answer
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I'mma kidnap the ***** and hold the ***** for ransom
(Verse)
I started trappin in '94, sellin dimes at Texaco
Move the trap to Grisham Road, on I20 with heavy loads
Rap poppin, I let it go
Go back, I never know
I don't like meetin new people, you a real nigga, I never know
I got robbed a long time ago
Never happened again though
Keep me a extendo
Don't know if you friend or foe
You niggas playin Nintendo
I was windin my 74
Standin front of that corner cold,
So broke, gonna rob the store
You say yo man is a gangsta
Then why he lyin in that chalk for?
Yo big brother go in the bank for er
Tryna open the vault tho
All my young niggas on go
Keep me one of them bank rolls
I don't ***** with these broke hoes
Diamonds all on my dick hoe
(Hook x2)
Answer, answer
Nigga owe me money but the nigga won't answer
Answer, answer
Got a ***** with me, now the ***** won't answer
Answer, answer
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I'mma kidnap the ***** and hold the ***** for ransom
(Verse)
Text messages, no reply, but you keep sayin that you a real nigga
All lame excuses, they play it out like Hilfiger
This here is my livelihood, blood sweat and tears nigga
Damn right I need my bread, ***** I got bills nigga
We got the money, didn't rent a car
Ain't got the car then wear the jewels
Ain't got the jewels you gon lose yo life and they'll catch yo ass on the evening news
20 minutes to hit my phone
20 minutes and I'mma couter mine
You got 20 minutes to hit my line or 20 niggas gon be runnin all through yo house
You got my number, nigga holler at me
You owe me and I want that
I got a bunch of niggas that's young and silly
When it come to killin they on that
I did my job, I front the pack
Nigga do yo job and run that back
You done lost the work? Nigga hit that lic
I don't give a *****, bring my money back
(Hook x2)
Answer, answer
Nigga owe me money but the nigga won't answer
Answer, answer
Got a ***** with me, now the ***** won't answer
Answer, answer
I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial
Answer, answer
I'mma kidnap the ***** and hold the ***** for ransom

Gucci Mane - Bet Money - lyrics

Break a line to a bunch of dimes then you grind up
Money got me sure my ass can't even hold my pants up
Twenty niggas standing on the flat all getting off
Found a jacket, get em bro, late with his head soft
Try me in the six, I'ma raise this forty five up
Shave a brick, put it back together, that's a lineup
We mix the chick, use a little cut, that's a temp fade
And if he got a chopper never ever bring a switchblade
I'm a multimillionaire, I got a couple hundred on me
And no more mac, I told the scrap, I make you stick yourself like Tony
I give a nigga my whole stash if he can take this jewelry off me
And I'm so bossy in my altar, smoking kush and sipping coffee
Walk, walk, walk
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)
Hit your ***** then leave her with no money (she broke)
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)
All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny
I hit your ***** then leave her with no money
Money is a motto, if you speak it then I'm with ya
Any sideline nigga, they get cropped out the picture
If you ask me, yeah I'm ready, got your hoe on a mission
Catch me running through your city like a damn politician
Boy I'm all about a chick
She don't ask no questions, boy she all about the nig
Say she want to crash so I let my partners rip
Looking at this nigga that stay flyer than a jet
They don't hear me yet
I'ma get that check, that money
Y'all niggas out here funny
You know y'all nigga on the go
Gotta have that green light gumby
I'ma fool with it though, too clumsy
On the clock monday through sunday
Everyday gotta get that money
And I learned that from the big homie
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)
Hit your ***** then leave her with no money (she broke)
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)
All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny
I hit your ***** then leave her with no money
I'm like eleven of them back, give me that *****ing walkie talkie
Then get lost cause when you said you'd never cross me then you crossed me
And these hoes count the vapors like biz marquee
It's since they brought me these keys, niggas idolize me
Critics criticize me, haters sabotage me
I get angry then I cut through whoever camouflaged veep
Better workers, that's my killers, ain't gonna jeopardize me
I know these ***** niggas with they could paralyze me
Walk, walk, walk
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (pick up that money)
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny (y'all niggas too funny)
Hit your ***** then leave her with no money (she broke)
They said I couldn't get rich, I hid that money (I did it)
All that sideline talk don't make no money (y'all niggas out crocked)
Bout that bread, y'all niggas out here too funny
I hit your ***** then leave her with no money

Gucci Mane - 24 Hours - lyrics

[Chorus:]
Ima 24 hours, money and the power
Stuntin on the hoes and Im shittin on the cowards
Ima 24 hours Ima 24 hours Ima 24 hours
No shit shave or shower
Until I get my money back
I gotta get my money up
Im 24 hours
Its Gucci Nigga!
How that sound Cori
[Verse:]
Damn its a good day. Damn its a good day
Call Drama boy and told him lets go make a hood tape
First thang Ima do pull out my 7'4
Candy coated black things sittin on them 40 O's
24 towers, 8 bricks of powder, 10 bells of dro
what i payed for the flour
Dont talk about my lambo talk about my Rarri
Talk about my Phantom, talk about my Harley
Brick Squad Biker boy, angel named Charlie
Dudes goin psycho white boy narlie
Every 24 seconds passin me the marley
Lames tryna diss dont effect me hardly
[Chorus:]
Ima 24 hours, money and the power
Stunting on the hoes and Im shittin on the cowards
So 24 hours
Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours
No shit shave or shower
Until I get my money back
I gotta get my money up
Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours
Its Gucci!
[Verse:]
Im goin to the bank again make another deposit
Its gettin kinda chilly bring my minks up out tha closet
Gettin kinda warm get my jewerly out the safe
If it be a problem put the hater in his place
Im slicker than a oil spill
Sharper than a razor
Im screamin anybody get it like my nigga Magor
Finna cop a condo and fill it up with ammo
Brick Squad Bandana on I think Im *****in Rambo
Its Gucci
Ima killer so dont push me
Brick Squad aint no ***** niggas
Runnin wit dem wig splittas
Niggas screamin roll one
Gucci let me hold some
But I cant let you hold none
I hit you wit the whole draw
[Chorus:]
Ima 24 hours, money and the power
Stuntin on the hoes and shittin on the cowards
So 24 hours
Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours
No shit, shave or shower
Until I get my money back
I gotta get my money up
Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours
[Verse:]
Im *****in wit a white girl you can call me Ice-T
Cause I got my crystals on you can call em Spike Lee
Robbin me unlikely last try I drop em
Hollow tip stopped em
I aint have time to box him
Stuntin like an actor
Runnin like an athlete
Strait to the money like a sprinter at a track meet
First signed Waka, then I signed Gucci
Then I sign Brick Squad tell em come sue me
[Chorus x2:]
Ima 24 hours, money and the power
Stuntin on the hoes and shittin on the cowards
So 24 hours
Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours
No shit, shave or shower
Until I get my money back
I gotta get my money up
Ima 24 hours. Ima 24 hours

Gucci Mane - 2 Timez - lyrics

(feat. Wiz Khalifa)
Okay, its Wiz Khalifa, Gucci, Drama and Mary Jane
Hit a few times, cause I'm two timez, Gucci two timez
[Gucci Mane]
I'm mister make a style think we make a tear
Last night was a blur atleast I wore fur
I pull up in the rear engine in the rear
By then end of the night was pullin on her hair
I really don't care the games unfair
Gucci man the pro q don't care bout niggas over there
Shorty got a pair apple with a cap
I think we make a pet she like I'm from the trap
I got her in the chair she think she in the lair
The way she switch them gills got her take em off the heels
I'm mister take you there take your underwear
You're *****en with a boss no need to ***** with a square
[Chorus x3]
I light the weed up then hit it two timez
Smoke is so good I hit it a few timez
If I hit it once I hit it two timez
If I did it once I can do it two timez
[Wiz Khalifa]
Got a joint burnin here real slow
Wanna slide to my crib lets go
Ill show you my double balcony
Put your head on my lap
Right before you start to make out with me
Crib in L.A I flew her to the south with me
You niggas wanna be players
well I can show you how to be
I got my salary and now all the *****es say hi to me
I'm smoking out on these niggas they trying to be as high as me
Another casualty I kill ever beat I'm smoking on cellery
Only ***** with em papers the gang taylors on every feet
I don't ***** with them haters cause niggas hate but we never speak
Your ***** want me to savor you better tame her or get a leash, mother*****er
[Chorus x3]

Gucci Mane - .Me And My Money - lyrics

started this shit out in holy matrimonie
if we break up she gon charge me alamony
MA MONEY! i hope yu be my wwife forever
make a hater sick you have to tal a alcacester

Gucci Mane - Aw-Man - lyrics

(feat. .45)
[Intro]
Yeah Money Makin' Records man
T know Laflare Entertainment
True what's happening?
Yeah, I call'em true cause they know they the truth dawg
That boy Gucci
Yeah, we make them hoes say
[Chorus: .45]
Yo trap don't boom like mine
Yo paper ain't longer than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X]
Yo ***** ain't finna than mine, than mine
Yo rims ain't talla than mine, than mine
Aw man [8X]
[Verse 1]
You never seen a thug like this aw man
I'm choppin down them bricks tryin to wipe Jackie Chan
My money come fast, my work come in grams
My soldiers keep straps like they work for Uncle Sam
My chain like ugh, my wrist like damn!
I show up at the jewler with a hundred thousand cash
Drop top Porsche, inside DAMN
Outside red lookin like a Coke can
I keep a pretty brown round and young yellow
I gotta butta pecan Rican and a French vanilla
My trap boom hard, my ***** real fine
Poppi on the way, we call it crunch time
[Chorus]
[Gucci Mane]
I'ma lean with it, serve a fiend with it
On the block since the age of thirteen with it
In the kitchen water whippin, a thousand eight grams
I'm standin over the stove and I'm doin it with one hand
Aw man, fruit man, Toucan sam, two hundred and seven gram
Got yam, a long Lamb', I'm sellin that grown man
Aw man, I'm on that Kush tonight
And I ain't stoppin chopper hit'chu and your body start rockin
My chain got pneumonia, watch got the bird flu
Came to the club smellin like a pound of purple
Big Cat ruckus, nigga it's a movement
This aint hip-hop, this is drug dealer music
[Chorus]
[.45]
I trap hard nigga, stunt hard nigga
E'ry ***** in the club jock a young nigga
Fo'-five, Big Cat representa nigga
Them twenty-eights sittin high, I'm a giant nigga
Blowin kush muh'*****er, can you smell me nigga?
Ridin through the city flyin with the top back
Quarter ki' of the yam in the knapsack
Big Tank throwin pills to the quarterbacks
Me and Mailman (geah!) at'cha ***** house
Baby momma cookin work at the trap house
She servin coke like she work at the Waffle House
Fo'-five count stacks at the stash house
[Chorus]

Gucci Mane - #Mentionme - lyrics

(Intro)
Wussup niggas?
Where my trap boys at?
I’m talkin Mike Will
Aye yall wanna talk about some getting money
Make shit in the club with Guwop
(Verse)
I’m riding down Bouldercrest, and the car ain’t even out yet
My neck cost a click, label deal and you pull a check
Ways in team fade, got yo ***** lovesick
Homosexual faggot niggas, man yall on that ***** shit
Bought a Rari and another Rari
Spent, I spent a *****in fraction
I just played a cop that I was drunk, don’t cut man I just won’t
They said that Gucci Mane be runnin dues, woke up was runnin numbers
Makin money’s not a problem then we got something in common
It’s like them convos keep on comin to me, runnin runnin runnin to me
Throw my pencil stick, my handout
Told yo hoe to run that molly to me
You got a payment for you lately
I got foreign ***** trick trickin on me
Yellow Rollie pay attention, red Bentley, Robert Griffin
(Hook)
Mention me, mention mention me
How you mention hustling if you ain’t mention me?
Mention me, mention mention mention me
How you mention trapping if you ain’t mention me?
Mention me, mention mention mention me
How you mention pimping if you ain’t mention me?
Mention me, mention mention mention me
How you mention looting if you ain’t mention me?
(Verse)
Gucci Mane perverted, my rap attaché you heard it
Do not disturb on the door because yo girlfriend get you murdered
My watch cost a birdie and a birdie and a birdie
All this Burbery clothing got your girlfriend nervous
Bust a ***** up behind a Maybach curtain
Got 10 shooters with me like the secret damn service
And I push that dope, I push that dope, my ***** so curvy
They call me Benny Jackson how I microwave workin
And that thing in this dirty when it’s clean when it’s clean
Got a queen named Selene when she jump out of some dreams
Yella yellow strapped on me, I’m in some limit purple wing
And I don’t never turn down nigga
Think this shit a dame?
(Hook x2)
Mention me, mention mention me
How you mention hustling nigga if you ain’t mention me?
Mention me, mention mention mention me
How you mention trapping nigga if you ain’t mention me?
Mention me, mention mention mention me
How you mention pimping nigga if you ain’t mention me?
Mention me, mention me mention me
How you mention gooning nigga if you ain’t mention me?
Mention me, nigga
Mention me

Gucci Mane - 1017 Mafia - lyrics

Dog now I got a hundred choppers
Since I'm here with the mafia
We the mother*****er mafia nigga
No let the 20 in my trousers, lil nigga
Got the ***** her banging on another line
Make a pop ***** straight over like a laming
Everybody get that green we the laming
On my slam crick it, I think we need laming
Since I learn all the *****ing moving
Bite that ***** down, I'mma doalin'
The way I turn back, I'mma use it
Ball a ***** and pass choosing, ***** her booty
Holding on, the nigga can't catch with bugging, no bother
We eating like no other
I'm chopping like my brother, I'm chopping like my mother
We take all the goodies and go shop the cause
Catch up all your *****es and turn ‘em to a slave
She now what you see and know we rushing
Big, big at it, cleaving later
And I get candy but I only drop great
You think I'm gay, I'mma see you met your maker
Put a whole in your head like [?]
Dog you know I got a hundred choppers
Ties and drake we the mafia
We the mother*****er mafia nigga
No let the 20 in my trousers, lil nigga
Tugging and I got a hundred choppers
Ties and drake we the mafia
We the mother*****er mafia nigga
No let the 20 in my trousers, lil nigga

Gucci Mane - Bankroll - lyrics

Hook:
Got a pocket full of hundreds and a closet full of clothes
With the phone full of hoes and they trippin' they yellin'
Some pollin and they throw with some chatter by the dough
When some killer nigga standin' by the kitchen
And now my niggas gotta bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em
Bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em
Will bankroll, bankroll, bankroll on em
I can't go nowhere without that bankroll on it.
I can't got your hoe in this dope you know my ..
A little short head chopper under my deep coat
so holly hoes won't stop the guap, with the cops can't stop
I drop my iPhone crazy then my chop attracting,
And I spit my money faster, I got on seven diamond rings like your pastor
I was rhyming I wear bricks in my truck man,
Sign year dead John, drop the chop man
Huh I was in the counter plan so bottle bought man
I won't .. get the front I get em down
Selling the gram after gram never credit cars cash,
Want some credit lot of nigga whole your debit card man,
get some ***** ass some mouse so I call the ***** pal,
since some saving now my money you should call me on ..
I've been serving nigga diamonds since the very young man
Got a stash bag with some money , gun in my damn vein
[Hook:]
Fortune .. straight ain't I'm on the high speed chase
Two hundred on the inner state 'cause I can't catch no case
Try to hit a Gucci land but he won't pick up the phone,
Thinking like L chopper we can't lose no laws
I love to stack my money up I can't stand bank rose,
36 ounces in the brick I have more
That's a forty ounce brick you get it for 24
Old school light magic I no look pass dope,
I drop a brick just like puffin loaded droppin ..TO
I ain't never seen a drop bricks jump out the floor
Old school DTL Bricks stop in the dope
And I don't stop that red lights everything is a goal
[Hook:]
I'm a mother*cking stoner, I put that shit on my mama
Got my pills with me now you try me ***** I'm a ..
You ain't no ballshit ***** boy, he's a mother*****ing runner
For the jewel to judge the prosecution, the hand you're on my ..
I can make cocaine, vacay straight to Colombia,
Cattle in station waggin' four G upon them
Got a man, got a man, got a man, got a man
Man what you wanna span, I'm ridin' with that F
From the birth with the young niggas, they got hots in man,
I'm in the streets p**sy niggas no such thing is fans,
I might pull up all blow with your block and your whole pot
drop a foe up would you wanna *****
You know lots she's gonna pop.
[Hook:]

Gucci Mane - Any Thing - lyrics

(Intro)
You can tell me
He can tell me, she can tell me, no…
(Hook)
You can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
Now you can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
Getting licks, want 2 or 3?
Bricks they go for cheap, shall we meet? I got what you need
What you wanna get 2 or 3? Nigga ***** with me
I be in the dope game
And I can say ya any thing
That boy, that price too high, he a liar, he can't ***** with me
Gucci Mane got fire, I got fire, come and ***** with me
(Verse)
Trap back full of this shit, that ***** so ugly, can't get er to pull up this shit
Trigger be on my dick, that ***** so slick, I might just sue a *****
Trap house born so hard, they can make me ignore it, I might just move this *****
Lost 200 grams, I'm water whippin, need some better bricks
Pete my new shit, Gucci Mane glue brick, I'm so slick when a brick be 2 bricks
Cooler than a penguin in a cooler with a lot of juice
Shawty swallow, yea ya daughter, and she use a lot of spit
I'm Mr Million Dollar Dick, and I can pluck you by the *****
You better pay me in full, a nigga fully auto
Before I'll have yo black ass burned like charcoal
Manhunt for me just like Chapo
And French Montana can buy my swag but I'm still head hancho
(Hook)
You can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
Now you can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
Getting licks, want 2 or 3?
Bricks they go for cheap, shall we meet? I got what you need
What you wanna get 2 or 3? Nigga ***** with me
I be in the dope game
And I can say ya any thing
That boy, that price too high, he a liar, he can't ***** with me
Gucci Mane got fire, I got fire, come and ***** with me
(Verse)
Sellin bone out the *****in boat, I just broke the boat
Serve yo head fore I serve a hoe, I just broke the stove
Just drop on the *****in spot, need another spot
I get talk, can a nigga talk? Gucci Mane got gwop
Drop my top wit yo main *****, damn she off the leash
Got her mean lookin like that in jeans then she pour my lean
Try to refrain from smoking the grain cuz it ***** my friends
My ***** take me or the *****in lean, I chose the codeine
***** go ahead and leave, hold you leave my key
You can take this bullshit cuz it means nothing to me
Said she ain't got nothing on you, ***** he ain't got nothing on me
And matter of fact, ***** where that pan at cuz you ain't my cup of tea
(Hook)
You can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
Now you can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
Getting licks, want 2 or 3?
Bricks they go for cheap, shall we meet? I got what you need
What you wanna get 2 or 3? Nigga ***** with me
I be in the dope game
And I can say ya any thing
That boy, that price too high, he a liar, he can't ***** with me
Gucci Mane got fire, I got fire, come and ***** with me
(Verse)
If I can talk yo pridna and I fidna
I got fit enough for you wouldn't I?
Take a Wifi, put it at midnight
Take another one, fire turn to Hercules
And buy that ***** a Burgunbe
You know that ***** gon burn for me
The all blue Bentley bew, I drop the top, they Papa Smurfin me
You think bout lil like nerf, you wanna turf
And you not worth a *****in thing, I think you cursed
My ice is water, you can surf
Yea yea yea you can surf, that's what it's worth
What's that lil darts? 3 hunned spent on a shirt
Yo ***** wanna go berserk
On this stick, I bring the stick, wussup look to it
I left my sunglasses on the table, came from eagles like my victim
I got like sip is just controlling me like a mother*****in district
I drink that lean, I got that fisk, yea I got that fisk yea just like this *****
(Hook)
You can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
Now you can tell me any thing, you can talk to me
Getting licks, want 2 or 3?
Bricks they go for cheap, shall we meet? I got what you need
What you wanna get 2 or 3? Nigga ***** with me
I be in the dope game
And I can say ya any thing
That boy, that price too high, he a liar, he can't ***** with me
Gucci Mane got fire, I got fire, come and ***** with me
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