Gucci Mane - $100 Million Man lyrics

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Gucci Mane - $100 Million Man lyrics

[Verse 1] The crowd in a rage, Gucci gettin paid Icey made yo girl throw her thong on the stage young Gucci Mane hottest n***a in da A Sellin plenty Yae, movin 20 bricks a day used to have a 86 cut wit da T-top Now im in a S-L-5 wit a top drop to hot to handle, Ridin down Conloe Baby its a kodak momment get yo Camera Gucci Mane Laflare n***a damn what you say Girls goin crazy bout da n***a what da waves Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers Voted best dressed ever since 8th grade you dont really know us lam wit the doors up Wrist so froze up, it a make you throw up Mama imma be like Gucci when i grow up Move big weight so i got money to throw up Pimp tight n***a dead fresh with a Mink coat Lookin for a big booty b**h with a deep throat [Chorus x2] I gotta 100 doller haircut, A million dolla smile i gotta trillon doller brain million dolla worth of game Hoes goin crazy bout dat n***a Gucci Mane Same, sippin 58's an aint a damn thang change! Un! aint a damn thang change Hoes goin crazy bout dat n***a Gucci Mane [Verse 2] Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk Came to the club i was already drunk laid back young n***a never get crunk But if you fine might trick a lil sumin Chain 7 VVS you will think im UPS cause i knock on yo door like i got yo address Air fresh everyday n***a dats me, Trash can hoes can't smoke my trees Gucci MPMP pony my famile need me to bring groceries Im a 6 4 weed mike check night check i ant seen a n***a out flow me yet A Vet an a Vet ridin through yo set wit 2 outta state b**hes an a case of moet A blond a brunette what we gone do next good s** good day they say imma good catch Gucci mane Laflare dont f** wit hood rats Hit my blunt twice b**h an pa** the blunt back [Chorus x2] Un! aint a damn thang change Hoes goin crazy bout dat n***a Gucci Mane [Verse 3] Brick man gucci Man n***a im the man Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan Say she got my poster hangin on her wall And she love every word every song that she heard Sir, I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd A school catch a Nerd like a child swag of nerve Absurd wit these words wit these nouns n these verbs Kinda bir so i swerved my lil broads on the curve Chill in the hood gettin rich on the third watchin out for 12 cause the people observe imma burn one smoke one with the world 4 all the gucci fans gucci boys gucci girls [chorus x2]