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Gucci Mane

"Gucci Rag Top"

Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist (well damn)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
b*tch won't you come a suck a rich n*gga di*k
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
How much money can just one n*gga get
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist
See im not bragin
But i got mo money get mo money den yo daddy, sadly
Pull up in dat ashton
Its not michael jackson
Imagine, its the main attraction
And dat n*gga handsome
Use to have a magnum
100lbs of mid, i tried to gram em
Way before a n*gga dropped an album
I was pushin pampers, stamp em, got em by the handle
An my name ringin in east atlanta
Took em 2 savanna
An to alabama
An every country town close to atlanta
Im too hot to handle
Way i scramble they thank im randal
Cookin every plate like berry sanders
Cookin witta hanger
Heat it wit a ligher, stove, or candle
Whatever must be done to get them grams up
Ima run dem grams up
Ima cook dem yams up
Zone 6 east atlanta stand up
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist (well damn)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
b*tch won't you come a suck a rich n*gga di*k
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
How much money can just one n*gga get
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist
Swaggin, girl i got mo money den yo has been
Husband, boyfriend or yo baby daddy
28 but still i can be yo suga daddy
Yo n*gga use to have it
But now he doesnt have it
Pedicures n manicures
Was once your daily habits
Now he doesnt got it
So you callin off the marriage
Made dat man dallas
So you thought he was a mavrick
Said your gonna break up with him
As soon as he get his taxes (damn)
Babygirl he got you lookin nasty
Use to be attractive
But right now youre unattractive
Aye somebody said that dat gurl had an ass den
Somebodi tell me where all of her ass went
An her n*gga in tha county
Sittin in tha county and his bond $400
An that ain't no f*ckin money
He still sitting in tha county
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist (well damn)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
b*tch won't you come a suck a rich n*gga di*k
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
How much money can just one n*gga get
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist
He awful
But still i got mo money den her brutha
Dnt believe me, ask his baby motha
I kno that he love her
You kno that i f*cked her
You kno that she sucked me
An i f*cked her wit a rubber
f*cked her undercova
Naw i f*cked that b*tch on top of covers
Den i left a 100 on da dresser
100 onda dresser
Yea i left a 100 on da dresser
Just to show that girl i was successful
And tha lord done blessed her
I am not regretful
Nicknamed her punchanella blue
An what i tell ya
Now her brutha jealous
Tell brotha sell a million records
Cuz its chess to him to me itz checkers (gucci)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist (well damn)
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
b*tch won't you come a suck a rich n*gga di*k
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
How much money can just one n*gga get
Rich n*gga sh*t b*tch rich n*gga sh*t
f*ck that n*gga look at dis n*gga wrist

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