Gucci Mane - Get Low (Like A Lambo) Lyrics
(feat. Selassie)[Intro: Selassie]Ay! DJ Speedy (Speedy)You a fool for this one (for this one)Selassie, Ice (Ice)We still, rock steady (rock steady)Gucci Mane, where you at?[Gucci Mane]YEAHHH! I'm not your baby daddyI'm your sugar daddy, too much money on meI can buy you all drinks, everything is on meYou can smoke and eat free, I'm in the V-I-PBaby come and see me, G-U double-C IM-A-N-E, I'm (So Icey)You done heard about me, but enough about meLet's talk about we, come lie on my sheetsI'ma lay in you deep, like a LamborghiniGirl you represents me, and you must look cuteCause you represent me, I'm the President BillYou my Hilary, but you try an' diss meI'ma call on whiskey, need a black ladyindependent Oprah Winfrey, ask Oprah WinfreyHas she heard about me? Spread the word about meIf you leave your plan A, I can be your plan BGucci![Chorus: Selassie]Lambo, like a LamboGet low to the earth like a LamboBaby stick your hands up like a LamboGo slow, go fast like a LamboOh she looks like a Lambo, like a LamboBaby body bangin harder than a LamboBaby put her hands up like a LamboShe remind me of a Murcielago[Gucci Mane]Like a Lamborghini, shorty very priceyShe can be your wifey could say that shorty might beBut I think she like me, least I think she like G'sAll the G's on her bag, how she couldn't like me?(Gucci) How she wouldn't like me? Your man wanna bite meBut he shouldn't, now you runnin like a LamborghiniShorty fine as a scene, Jet beauty this weekShe as top notch as Jet, but she a stone cold freakRidin down to South Beach, 'bout 4 or 5 drinksJumped in a 'Lago, doors up, you don't sayGucci Mane, Selassie, girl we extra ic-eyWanna owe it to Atlanta, ***** nigga don't sayI'ma pay like I weigh, every day my paydayEvery day our payday, we in the LamborghiniI'ma pay like I weigh, every day my paydayEvery day our payday, we in the Lamborghini[Chorus][Selassie]And she know she good, when she up in the hoodBecause she got that good, that's what they say in the hoodYeah so you can ask Mr. Gucci, excuse me, Mr. IceyBaby girl yeah say she wanna be your wifeyShe dress real pricey, her head game nice BPlus she says she got a girl who like me[Chorus]
