调：C minor•
Verse 1
with a missing roof
And I'm so fuckin' hot,
I need a parachute
Gucci, man, do you remember
Girl, I can't remember nothin'
but my last blunt
Ring, plow, diamond necklaces
for everything
Bitch, I'm Gucci,
so I put rings on bout everything
nowadays I don't
So if I like enough,
I got that three, five, seven,
so don't try your luck
Bullets have your body,
Sorry, your widow's got white girl,
yeah, to animate
Today on shit, no rapper,
so I called up Jad to fade
Cm
Ab
Cm
so I cannot be your boy friend
But if you want me to,
then I can be your Gucci man
And if your man can't beat it up,
then I'll be Gucci cash
Just ask your lady,
and I'll bet that she's a Gucci fan
Gucci, most of my clothes Gucci
Keep layin' on Gucci,
And this is the soundtrack
of the Gucci man, moochie
Baby, Gucci man, moochie
Lambo engine in the rear,
and I'm switching gears
Y 'all suckas, can I fuck with this
young n***a here?
Diamonds on my neck,
colder than a case of beer
So when I fall off in the club,
M6 convertible, my talk can disappear
Just bought a house in Cali,
10 -phase, stupid ways,
I don't wear a beard
They say that Gucci stay fresh,
I shop at Phil Plaza,
lil' buddy, he shop at Sears
Diamonds solid, tough, so big,
Girl, you high, I'm with La Fluff,
so what you got to fear?
2010, no more Roll Royces,
I'm just coppin'
But if you want me to,
then I can be your Gucci man
And if your man can't beat it up,
then I bet Gucci can
Just ask your lady,
and I bet that she's a Gucci fan
Coochie, most of my clothes
Coochie, keep hatin' on me
And this is the soundtrack
of the Gucci Mane move
Yeah, the Gucci Mane move
Jazz and Fae and Gucci,
I'm like a ball player,
focused on my next hit
And I hit home runs,
And it's that Cali,
cause you need to pass the blunt, bitch
I'm sorry that I cussed you,
but your ass feels enormous
And if you never call me,
Picture perfect flow,
this Versailles is a portrait
I got three mansions,
Boulder Cliffland shows in
Gresham where I started
You wanna find me, bitch,
just keep riding down Moorland
But if you want me to,
then I can be your Gucci man
And if your man can't beat it up,
then I bet Gucci can
Just ask your lady,
and I bet that she's a Gucci fan
And this is the soundtrack
of the Gucci Mane move
Baby, Gucci Mane move
Motion picture shit, daddy
It's Gucci Mane, man
He's not the motherfuckin' loafer,
not the tennis shoe
Mane, the Gucci motherfuckin' mane
You in the dick
Fenzel, Burgundy, Obama,
Luther King Jr.,
Jackson 5 the 1st
You in the smell, Gucci bitches!
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