Jose Guapo - My Customer lyrics

[Intro:] R-I-P to Michael Jackson Live at the brick factory Moonwalk, Screwop Guwop [Hook: Gucci] Your baby daddy buy this sh** from me (he my customer) Your old lady come and get sh** free (she my customer) You know I sell a fifty pack a week (I love my customers) Shop with me you know I got sh** for cheap (I love my customers) You my customer, damn she my customer He my customer, damn they my customers Daddy a hustler, momma raised a hustler To you, your baby brother To me, just a customer [Verse 1: Gucci] Gucci Man, I'm coming through customs and bails, I'm bustin' 'em Shoutout to my momma, I love her, I got my money up n***as, they be hating, they be discussing us when your money up How you figure Gucci Mane owe you man you ain't front me none Gucci Man, I take a problem, you just a customer n***as never thought we would make it, man they didn't f** with us Juice man tote a bag of problems, apartment full of baby bottles AK peekin' out the blinds, it's like we playin' cops and robbers But f** the coppers and f** the robbers It's Big Guwop, your pusha man, I solve your problem Look out on the roof, lookin' at you with binoculars Arachnophobia, four drop spiders Guwop got options [Hook: Gucci] [Verse 2: Young Fresh] Fresh you hanging with a young n***a (?) Got bong off in my drawers ain't leavin' till ain't nothin' left (?) man and how the hell this b**h gone sell Man the block its hot as hell Man I'm servin' clientele Waist down, 39 shells, pull up get it detailed Fishscale got my phone ringing And you know my neck blinging All these b**hes on me fiendin' Talking money, they on my penis Buying rolly street money Worldwide, n***a we eatin' [Hook: Gucci] [Verse 3: Jose Guapo] I got it on my own, uncle got it out the bowl Pots and stove for the low You know everything must go, (?) and hoes The truck gone roll, it's outta control Everything is served Thumbing through it, steady making plays while I'm sippin' syrup They dealin', They dealin', They dealin' The Trap House is gonna make a k**in' Got money all under the mattress and hundreds, they all in the ceilin' I'm f**in' on all of these b**hes I make 'em do all of my business I make 'em make all of my plays I make 'em do all of my dealings [Hook: Gucci]