Gucci Mane - Rich Mutha*****a Lyrics
[Intro: Gucci Mane]It's GuwopTurn upCatch upGo, ice cream Gucci Mane with the diamond grinIce cream Gucci Mane with the diamond grin[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]*****es say my diamonds be retarded (what?)My lip I worth for million categoryYou in the VIP but unimportantYou say you want a bottle but can't afford itGrowing up I ain't have a lot of choicesMy mama dropped me off on MorleyShe's a vulture, it was better man, it was tortureIf you married to a broke ***** my nigga divorceYou don't want these five hunnidsThen it ain't and I can tell yaIf your baby daddy broke then your child is a failureLast bet the 99 now I got some shit to sell yaThat's for 2009, good I got something to mailI'm smoking gangsta kush, I'm on the toiletThey pulled us over but your girlfriend took the chargesYour boyfriend broke, can't even buy a pair of JordansI'm ballin so hard I might buy a pair of Porsches[Hook: Gucci Mane]I'm a rich mutha*****aAnd she a thick mutha*****aZone 6 mutha*****aAnd we some rich mutha*****as[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]Man I laughin' to the bank againSmoking dank no limit, it's the tank againIce cream, Gucci Mane with the diamond grinAnd if you really love me baby let me ***** your friendI'm so turnt up that she tuned inMy penthouse so big she wanna move inAnd my rims so big man it can't fit15 chains, all call me Slick RickThick *****, hill squarin like a red noseAnd before you got squarin like a blue pickI got my main hoe buyin more extendosAnd shootin all my ole foes, where's my ol Ghost?4-4, we'll ***** you and snap throats[Hook]
