(feat. Gucci Mane) (This is another raw beats production) ... I cook... I cook... I cook [Chorus:] Iiii cook cook cook make it sker sker sker catchin
and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' oh Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby [Gucci Mane:] What the fuck is up It's Gucci Mane the G It's
(feat. Bun B, Gucci Mane, Project Pat) [Intro: Big Boi + (Gucci Mane)] Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo All the hoes say, (Hah, Hah, Hah) Yeah! Here we
minute, wait a minute Chill a little, sit a minute I can't close my safe no more Cause I got too much money in it [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] Gucci in the
fuck them in the ass out in Acapulco Im thinkin money every moment thinkin money I bust a nut then I'm back to thinkin money My wrist froze my mind blow
[feat. Gucci Mane, Wale & Roscoe Dash] [Chorus:] Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance Dj turn me up ladies this yo jam (Come on) I'm a sip mascato
that's where ma chef stay I'm ahead of you niggas I skip 1 grade on islands and yachts wid ma louis shades [Verse: Tyga] Uh yeah but like Gucci Mane
class yeah that's where ma chef stay I'm ahead of u niggas I skip 1 grade on islands and yachts wid ma louis shades [Verse: Tyga] Uh yeah but like Gucci Mane
gucci hands [Chorus:] Think he all that he think he all that he think he all that but I don't believe that gucci mane wac gucci can't rap gucci ain't
I'm bouta throw it to day I take my life in my hands cause I'm as grown at man [Gucci Mane] I am grown as man [Estelle] now that I'm finally free [Gucci Mane
money mane I get that pepperjack cheese, boy that's hot money Kinda similar to what you boys call block money (yessir) It's kinda funny, cause the money
Up [x3] [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I go to sleep wealthy ice out mealthy Wake up smokin knowin the ain't healthy Loui V belted green stone celtic Gucci mane
' chain, and a big ol' Range My '74 Olds got a big ol brain Yellow vette same color as the Dom champagne 2007 centerfielder Gucci Mane Damn Gucci Mane
Shawty Money Long Like A Choppa, Yours Like A Glock 40 Got Dat Street Money Dog Yeah I Hide My Money Got No Wrinkled Big Faces Gotta Iron My Money Want
Oh You A Gucci Fan Let's Go To Gucci Land You Diggin Gucci Man Cause Only Cuchi Can Drop A Stack Pop You Back Wit A Rubberband You Diggin Gucci Gucci
In the Trap house, In The Trap House, In The Trap House Gucci Mane Check It [Hook] Choppa on the floor pistol on the coach Hood rich so I never had
Gucci Man Yes I Am Can You Cook This Work I Think I Can I Think I Can First Ya Count Ya Money And Get Cha Shit Together Mane Gucci Mane Tha Flair Perdict
to my bedroom and pop dat pussy, ah ha and we be steady mobbin, oh kimosabe, big ballin is my hobby. [Gucci Mane:] What the fuck is up, it's gucci leather