Gucci Mane - Answer lyrics

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Gucci Mane - Answer lyrics

[Produced by: 808 Mafia] [Verse 1:] Swag so turnt up I walk past a b**h I don't need a b**h, don't even ask for sh** I got a fly mouth and yea I talk nasty b**h Yo n***a used to have cash, now he broke as sh** 2002 man I was serving ma**ive bricks Call me and my n***as Pacman the sh** I can't fit in my pants so rubber band the sh** My mama kicked me out cuz she couldn't understand this sh** 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 sh** So many P's at the trap then they would smell the sh** It's Guwop [Hook x2:] Answer, answer n***a owe me money but the n***a won't answer Answer, answer Got a b**h with me, now the b**h won't answer Answer, answer I ain't gotta worry bout nothing financial Answer, answer I'mma kidnap the b**h and hold the b**h for ransom [Verse 2:] 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 n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***as on go Keep me one of them bank rolls I don't f** with these broke hoes Diamonds all on my dick ho [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Jackie O] Text messages, no reply, but you keep sayin that you a real n***a All lame excuses, they play it out like Hilfiger This here is my livelihood, blood sweat and tears n***a Damn right I need my bread, b**h I got bills n***a We got the money, didn't rent a car Ain't got the car then wear the j**els Ain't got the j**els you gon lose yo life and they'll catch yo a** 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 n***as gon be runnin all through yo house You got my number, n***a holler at me You owe me and I want that I got a bunch of n***as that's young and silly When it come to k**in they on that I did my job, I front the pack n***a do yo job and run that back You done lost the work? n***a hit that lic I don't give a f**, bring my money back [Hook x2]