Letras de Dope Money

It′s Gucci, Ziggy
Yeah, it's Guwop, ha
Bricksquad CEO nigga
I brought you Juice
I brought you Flocka
I brought you Frenchie
I brought you who? It′s Gucci

I woke up six in the evening, a bitch next to me
Last night I went too hard on that ecstasy
And if I see that bitch tonight, I never met the chick
Y'all know I introduced the city to that flexin' shit

23 Years old, I met a Mexican
And all the profit that I made, I invested it
I got a crazy whip game, I′m talkin′ reckless bitch
Fucked up a nine and a four tryna perfect the shit

I'm gettin′ real good with it, I got extra bricks
I got canary yellow stones in my necklace
And when I walk in the club, my foes exitin'
Chop make your head spin around like the exorcist (it′s Gucci)

I got dope money (dope money), drop a bale on 'em (bale on ′em)
I'ma turn her up and put this YSL on her (L on her)
What them hoes gon' say when I put this Chanel on her? (Chanel on her)
We smokin′ strong, expensive perfume′s what you smell on her

I got dope money (dope money), drop a bale on 'em (bale on ′em)
Her nigga in the feds, I hope that they don't tell on him (tell on him)
It ain′t her fault that, that nigga went to jail on her (jail on her)
And every time I pull up, I be fresh as hell on 'em, it′s Gucci

I look you dead in your eyes, I despise your size
I got this pistol in the club, bitch, surprise, surprise
I recognize your disguise, you brought a bag of lies
I catch you on the east side, bitch, your ass is mine

Say you a triple OG, but you past your prime
Y'all niggas know y'all know me, I shoot you so many times
I used to drive an oldie with the Dayton wires
Sun Valley apartments, I swear this shit is like The Wire

The AK hit his ass and he might survive
I′m not an umpire bitch, I can′t let ya slide
Came up in Zay basement and took it nationwide (it's Gucci)
I′m in that Central Station with 50 Haitian guys (go)

I got dope money (dope money), drop a bale on 'em (bale on ′em)
I'ma turn her up and put this YSL on her (L on her)
What them hoes gon′ say when I put this Chanel on her? (Chanel on her)
We smokin' strong, expensive perfume's what you smell on her (ha)

I got dope money (dope money), drop a bale on ′em (bale on ′em)
Her nigga in the feds, I hope that they don't tell on him (tell on him)
It ain′t her fault that, that nigga went to jail on her (jail on her)
And every time I pull up, I be fresh as hell on 'em, it′s Gucci

Commercial ass rappers, y'all niggas gettin′ bold (ay)
For all the dope sold, Bankhead to Gresham Road (hello)
Flat Shoals, on down to Business Hill (ay)
I been gettin' money, fuck nigga, what it is?

All the prices high, that's why they call me Shawty Lo (Shawty)
Connected to the socket, Bankhead Nino (yeah)
I got dope money (money), I got trap money (money)
20 for a show, I call it rap money (money)

Ten bad bitches, love snow bunnies (yes)
Got ′em turnt up (turnt up), peach Ciroc and molly (yeah)
I dropped 30 in this motherfucker (yeah)
Now that′s a birdy in this motherfucker

I got dope money (dope money), drop a bale on 'em (bale on ′em)
I'ma turn her up and put this YSL on her (L on her)
What them hoes gon′ say when I put this Chanel on her? (Chanel on her)
We smokin' strong, expensive perfume′s what you smell on her

I got dope money (dope money), drop a bale on 'em (bale on 'em)
Her nigga in the feds, I hope that they don′t tell on him (tell on him)
It ain′t her fault that, that nigga went to jail on her (jail on her)
And every time I pull up, I be fresh as hell on 'em
It′s Gucci