Gucci Mane - You Gon Love Me lyrics

(feat. Verse Simmonds) [Intro: DJ Scream & Verse Simmonds] Baby you gon love me Baby you gon love me Baby you gon love me [Hook: Verse Simmonds] We ain't lookin at the price tag, f** that Baby if you like that, you get that You gon love me, you gon love me You gon love me, you gon love me See I got enough to get your life right Money make you come, we gon' be f**in' all night You gon love me, you gon love me You gon love me, you gon love me [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I can't lie, I'm into you Baby what you finna do? Yea I'm on some other sh** My hoes don't wear no tennis shoes I put you on the money, baby roll with me you never lose I'll take you to an island, fly you places you ain't never flew Every day's a business move, your boyfriend tighter than a drum I'm richer than the average n***a, baby I wouldn't lie to you When I say you fine as f**, baby girl I ain't tryna flatter you But your boyfriend is a rainbow and he tryin to overshadow you Gucci Mane splatter you, I'm the one she walkin to I'm sippin' Absolute, I change the longitude and latitude b**h show me some gratitude, what's up with this attitude? You mad these b**hes jockin me, they met me 'cause I'm jockin' you [Hook] [Verse 2: Verse Simmonds] I got that Rolex, morn s**, big dick, 4x Sodomize you in the bedroom, got you seeing something, it's iTunes Then hit the rest of this bottle, get f**ed up and I got you We gon tear them all up, the baller call up, choppa tellin you a wife Soon as you hit the door they gon Kodak, expensive sh** and they know that I keep you fly like you owe that Louie always in contact Some say I score you but I can't afford to We getting money, we getting money 10-17 and it's time to Turn up, roll out, burn up til I'm so stuck Poppin bands, I got Rollies f**in n***a so loaded It's whatever you like yea, it's whatever you like Just know you shop til you drop and we gonna f**ing tonight [Hook]