Gucci Mane - Use Me feat. 2 Chainz Lyrics
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]Who me? Aint’ shit…Sittin’ court-side at All-StarAnd this? GivenchyMy shirt covered in all starsAnd y’all wasn’t wearing gold watches‘Til you seen us wearing gold watchesAnd you may have a hit *****But this one’ll knock the ball parkAnd oh! … lawnmower, just for the snake boysShoot your ass into pieces, manAnd deliver it to your front doorOh! Encore, they want more, they’re fans nowGot your girl ass clapping, hands downDon’t approach me with your hands outSittin’ down I still stand outTall nigga with jewelry onLike Christmas lights on a damn houseIt’s me, and I’m cool with itYou don’t know what to do with yourselfWhen I do it, I’m doing it freshBorn to do it, so I do it to deathCalm in the steps, welcome my dawgsWe don’t get along, I’m tellin’ ‘em fetchHit ‘em like “PA!” Hit ‘em like “PA!”Shoot up the spot and I’m leavin’ like “Ah!”Okay, you know I started from scratchI got to the strip club just to relaxI get a flat tire, I buy a new carYou know what time it is, check the Rolex[Hook: Gucci]If you keep whining, baby, you gon’ lose meBetter choose me, baby, come choose meSo fine that I let the girl use meBut I don’t ever get used up, usually (turn up, turn up)Baby use, me – baby, use meBaby use, me – baby, you can use meBaby use, me – you can use meBut I don’t ever get used up, usually…makin’ no noiseThat nigga ain’t makin’ no noise (nah, nah)…makin’ no noiseNo niggas ain’t makin’ no noise (shut up)…makin’ no noiseThem niggas ain’t makin’ no noise (nah, nah)…makin’ no noiseThat nigga ain’t makin’ no noise (shut up)[Verse 2: Gucci]If you’re an ugly hoe, I can’t leave with yaIf you’re a broke nigga, can’t smoke weed with yaIf you ain’t a boss then I can’t sip lean with yaI’m not a rapper, *****, I’m a mob figure4-58, it’s a centrepieceThese hoe niggas ain’t seen half a millionGot a pimp cup, I’m in the strip clubAnd the difference is these hoes ask for meLaFlare, nigga, I’m rare, niggaCan’t match shit… niggaYou a bad nigga? Well I’m a bad killerYou a ***** nigga, I don’t ***** with ya2 Chainz, nigga, my cous-cousAll my cousins sell drugsMy brother sent a pack, I fell in loveAnd told everyone I know I sell bud[Bridge: Gucci]All I rock is designer clothesAll I take is designer drugsSo geeked up couldn’t find the clubWoke up on the beach with a bag of bud (damn)2 Chainz, two times, got major moneyMore money than a label tryna sign a thugAin’t seein’ y’all sayin’ y’all wanna sign with me‘Cause the artists you’ve got ain’t hot enough…[Hook:]
