Nitti - Money Don't Matter lyrics

[Intro] We gon' do it like this y'all, we gon' do it like that y'all We gon' do it like this y'all, we gon' do it like that y'all [Gucci Mane - over Intro] It's your man Laflare Frank Nitti on the trank [Chorus One] All the money don't matter to me (to me) And all the ice don't matter to me (to me) Your girlfriends don't matter to me (to me) And your n***a don't matter to me (ayy) Cause I don't mean to flatter you But you the baddest chick I ever seen (you the bbadest chick I ever seen) Come play on Gucci team Every good King needs a Queen (needs a Queen) The way you walk is, so s**y; the way you talk is, so s**y The way you move is, so s**y; everything about you girl (Everything about you girl) [Chorus Two] My eyes deceiving me - she wants to be with me She wants to sleep with me - Gucci needs two or three I keep you icy (so icy) I have you super fresh (so fresh) I know you like me; you like the way I dress [Gucci Mane] Baby in love with me, I'm in like with her Gave me some head, I spent one night with her Keep a college girl past her curfew Say she like me and she like her too Get a b**h, s** a dick, what she gon' do? Point at the house had to put it on you Tell your girlfriend and your best friend too You can bring the whole dorm, they can have some fun too [Chorus One] + [Chorus Two] [Gucci Mane] A pretty young thang in some apple bottom jeans Gold tooth man for the Gucci Mane team Say she like the way my gold grill gleam And my chain hang low down to my ding-a-ling Got a bad yellow thang down at the AU Kinda heard she was thorough but the sh** ain't true I give the b**h the world but she don't know what to do Parasuco outfits, icy fresh hairdos [Chorus One] [Torica] We hit the Louis shop Cause all we do is shop Shut down the parkin lot When we jumped out the truck! Jeans and a halter top They askin what's my name Money don't matter Torica and Gucci Mane [Gucci Mane] I'ma watch you through the hood on my 26's Buy you a bracelet real expensive Gucci only holla at the baddest b**hes Love the way a boss b**h handle her business Gucci Mane, Laflare, in a Chevy fo'-do' Fly down the street with my second screen hoe Gotta move the blow but it's on the D-low That's what they made the trains and the Greyhounds fo' [Chorus One]