Gucci Mane - So Much Money lyrics

(feat. Chief Keef) [Intro: Gucci Mane] I ain't tryna fall out with money I ain't tryna fall out with money I just wanna ball out with money And I ain't tryna fall out with money [Hook: Gucci Mane] I've got so much money on me I've got so much money on me I've got so much money on me I've got so much money on me I ain't tryna fall out with money I ain't tryna fall out with money I get so much money I'm standin' here with so much money [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I got model money, show money, plus I'm gettin' that dope money I might get your ho money, yeah, if she a snow bunny Grow house 'dro money, nick/dime slow money Glock 9, kick doors, b**h, I need some more money I ain't that old, but my bank roll keep a fleet of young hoes Smokin' on the big 'dro, they cook dope Gucci cut dope, used to stay next door to his kinfolk Limousine tint, b**h, pourin' up your rent money Pour it up 'til it turn purp', 50 Cent money All my goons, yeah they on alert, get ya murked money I'm in Dallas livin' f**in' lavish, I got Dirk money (swish!) Caesar's Palace, yeah I let 'em have it, I got work, pocket Homie ain't got a cent to his name, he ain't got money He a lame, ain't no one to blame, got c**aine money Gucci, I got white money, brown money, green money n***a, you a lame, just blind, never seen money [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 2: Chief Keef] That b**h ask what time it is – it's 10: 17 I keep big Ben Frank bankrolls... in my Robin's jeans You've got 30 f**ing problems if you think 'bout robbing me I got get-a-n***a-whacked money, and they'll go overseas Cops pull me over in daylight, jeez... 'Cause I've got so much money on me And I've got a QP with me That's why I've got so much bond money on me And I've got this nina with me With this dirty clip, hope it don't jam on me But you'd better pray for your life, bruh When you're runnin' from me Bimmer cost a hundred some Gs Plus still got Ferrari money on me And I feel like T-U-P-A-C, K All eyes on me CEO of GBE – G-L-O-G-A-N-G I'm a lean over all day every day I've got so much cake on me I smoke so much Stunner And I count so much money I never pick a ho with my money I'm gettin' money, way to go, my money... [Hook] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] So much molly... I done took so much molly... I can't even feel my body... So much molly I can't feel my body... This party 'bout to turn into an orgy See... in here, it's just one me I'm leanin', drank so much Codeine Promethazine, think I'm 'bout to OD I think I need to smoke some weed 'cause I'm really geekin' It's Tuesday, I'm freakin', but we listenin' to The Weeknd I'm tryna mix this Vietnamese with this Puerto Rican This fine Cali b**h'll let me sneak this Georgia peach in "Good grief, I can't breathe, can we take a break?" She'll s** your dick through your briefs, eat beef like a steak She put my dick on a plate, then she said her grace She said that money make her cum, she love the way I'm paid [Hook]