@MadeByZoe - Gucci Row lyrics

*Radio calls about UNLV's upcoming game and Larry Johnson* [HOOK: Splash Simmons] Im chillin with my n***as, we plottin figures on Gucci Row They see these Raf Simmons, Im chillin with bad b**hes on Gucci Row From the nosebleeds moving dope got us sippin on Gucci Row Close enough to start, setting plays up for Tark on Gucci Row [VERSE 1: Ritch] Im 23 with the fade, gold chains, hoes Im running thru Im Jordan, Barry, yea the best to do it Im schoolin they looking truant On stage Im like who let you in All this drive Im sweatin coolant All them snakes be lyin who let the zoo in, they shootin Don't mind me, I call that sh** how I see Im just moving these keys, dope audio c**aine beats Fresh off the boat you can't seize Me and my n***a P'ocean pulling up in two 6's, callin that sh** Yasiel Puig, please Make it home safe, these rhymes should go in a safe when I write em Recite em, the studio session just awaits for me to light em Take a puff (take that, take that) and blow em right in your face Bad Boy, I shine, and with these words I play From the Veg to Queens, I fill the stadium up like Shea Thats where the Mets play, young Strawberry back in the day Making these hits, moving this dope, whats really left for me to say Its all about gettin paid, free Max B we on this wave, get rich [HOOK: Splash Simmons] [VERSE 2: P'] From a block away they hear me skate the wavement Its off white if I paint it They say Im far from rich, 20 bands what Im playin with A Model queen Im laying with, loyalty she brought to me But she know me all too well, that profit who Im staying with I hold a golden ticket, Spanish thighs coming with it Use the keys to the town to serve my side, feed the city Choppin game, over filet watching Philly lead by two scores I pull apart a forest rolling 3, pulling 2 more Dawg, hell is hot, and life cold blooded Im thinking Rick James, rings, chains, nose flooded Best guard your name, clean it thorough if these hoes touch it She better off pressing abs with her nose is she know nothing I heard real worth a fountain of gold running So I know that my momma hate me that these hoes love me They see I can flip the bars into European cars While Im shooting for the sky and Im smoking with my stars, its P'ocean [HOOK] [Radio calls about UNLV moving onto the next round]