Gucci Mane - Long Money Lyrics
ChorusJacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of dayCheifin on sativa smell the reefa from a mile awayPistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown awayGucci Mane got long money, *****, that's all I gots to sayGucci Mane got long money, that's what them *****es say [x3]I aint even gotta talk my money conversatesVerse 1*****es think I got a money tree, I drown the ***** with moneyFerrari with them bumble bees, Four Giovanna sittin up under it"How many karats in that bracelet, baby?" I think about 200Plus I hit the club with 50k lets keep this shit 100I got a couple houses several spouses in my pent house smoking ouncesCame up selling keys and ounce, half a pound watch golden brownMy pants sag grams weigh em down, usta catch the train and go downtownJust to walk around and window shop now I shut the mall down in every townEverytime that I hit the scene fresher then I wanna beCover of the magazines, back of the limousinesStacks in my denim jeans, hoes gon remember meFo' fifty eight ship to me from italy, six 12 sittin outside the facilities911 Gucci's ice game killing meCame along way from drug dealing, waking up rich is a great feelingCouple mill stashed for my grandchildrenJust hand counted me a coo' half millionUp on em, pull up on em, like a bird drop low and shit on emPissed em, spit on em, Tell them haters Gucci got rich on emChorusJacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of dayCheifin on sativa smell the reefa from a mile awayPistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown awayGucci Mane got long money, *****, that's all I gots to sayGucci Mane got long money, that's what them *****es say [x3]I aint even gotta talk my money conversatesVerse 2Every city I make magic, I make money disappear (abra kadabra)Cause it's a tragedy how clear these diamonds blingin in my earIt's so many wanna marry me, I'm married to the gameCocaine put me in position, swagga brought me outta frameI need accountants to help me count it, Rolls Royce I mount itCorvette painted candy, drop the top that ***** is crowningHouses in Zone 6, All my niggas Hustlas, and robbers don't ***** with usNiggaz better off *****ing with Angel DustI'm racked up like a pool table Stay draped up in Purple LabelDrink purple drank, smoke purple weed, got a purple car and long paperEveryday thank the lord that I wake Everyday live it like it's my last dayShine so bright rock stupid ice More karats in my chain then a carrot cakeMoney shout he running out, I'm bustin out can't close the vaultAint my fault it's yo fault, nobody stay here this my money houseStash house stocked up try ***** shit get chopped upI'm rocked, stay blocked up, aint locked up, but I'm gwapped upChorusJacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of dayCheifin on sativa smell the reefa from a mile awayPistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown awayGucci Mane got long money, *****, that's all I gots to sayGucci Mane got long money, that's what them *****es say [x3]I aint even gotta talk my money conversatesGuy talks...ChorusJacuzzi on the roof, ugly hoes don't get the time of dayCheifin on sativa smell the reefa from a mile awayPistol in my coupe, try my troops you'll get blown awayGucci Mane got long money, *****, that's all I gots to sayGucci Mane got long money, that's what them *****es say [x3]I aint even gotta talk my money conversates
