Million Dollar Man Lyrics
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Million Dollar Man Lyricsby Gucci Mane Buy album CD: Other Songs A - MU [Verse 1] The crowd in a rage, Gucci gettin paid Icey made yo girl throw her thong on the stage Young Gucci Mane hottest nigga in da A Sellin plenty Yae, movin 20 bricks a day Used to have a 86 cut wit da T-top Now I'm in a S-L-5 wit a top drop Too hot to handle, Ridin down Conloe Baby it's a kodak momment get yo camera Gucci Mane Laflare nigga damn what you say Girls goin crazy bout da nigga what da waves Iced out chain and the fresh Cartiers Voted best dressed ever since 8th grade You don't really know us lamb wit the doors up Wrist so froze up, it'll make you throw up Mama imma be like Gucci when I grow up Move big weight so I got money to throw up Pimp tight nigga dead fresh with a Mink coat Lookin for a big booty bitch with a deep throat [Chorus x2] I gotta 100 dolla haircut, A million dolla smile I gotta trillon dolla brain Million dolla worth of game Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane Same, set wit VVS and aint a damn thang change I gotta 100 dolla haircut, A million dolla smile I gotta trillon dolla brain Million dolla worth of game Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane Same, set wit VVS and aint a damn thang change Uh! aint a damn thang change Hoes goin crazy bout dat nigga Gucci Mane [Verse 2] Got a nine on the seat, shotgun in the trunk Came to the club I was already drunk Laid back young nigga never get crunk But if you fine might trick a lil sumin Chain 7 VVS you would think I'm UPS Cause I knock on yo door like I got yo address Air fresh everyday nigga dats me, Trash can hoes can't smoke my trees Gucci MPMP pony my family need me to bring groceries I'm a 6 4 weed mike check night check I ant seen a nigga out flow me yet A Vet in a Vet ridin through yo set Wit two outta state bitches and a case of Moet A blonde or brunette what we gone do next Good sex good day they say imma good catch Gucci mane Laflare don't fuck wit hoodrats Hit my blunt twice bitch an pass the blunt back [Verse 3] Brick man gucci Man nigga I'm the man Yo baby mama told me that she my biggest fan Say she got my poster hangin on her wall And she love every word every song that she heard Absurd I catch hoes like a stool catch a turd A school catch a nerd like a child strike of nerve Absurd wit these words wit these nouns and these verbs Kinda perved so I swerved my lebrons on the curb Still in the hood gettin rich on the third Watchin out for 12 cause the people observe Imma burn one smoke one wit the world for All the gucci fans gucci broads wit your girl [Chorus]
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