Gucci lyrics

[Intro]
(1800 for you)
(DavyDaDon)

[Chorus]
You want some coochie, buy a b*tch some Gucci, she gon' give it up
We all shooters, so before you play, we don't give a f*ck
Remember f*cked up and bad, you was there, ain't give me nothin'
A half a million in all twenties, from now on, give me hundreds
'23, I'm drivin' Lambs, '03, they drove Hummers
Already got too many friends, I'm tryna get some more money
Bad b*tches, I f*ck runners, bag flippin', I got onions
Tryna touch another M before the summer

[Verse 1]
Whole fit came from Europe, I ain't never been to London
Spot full of drums and sticks and I ain't never been a drummer
f*ck the league, this lil' n*gga ridin' with me got a jumper
I give him cheese, but he'll go and catch a body just for nothing
You gotta hustle, any b*tch you think want, you can f*ck her
From the jump, I'll tell a b*tch, "I like you, I don't love you"
I was f*cked up and broke, ask them n*ggas, I was bummy
Then ask how I got up on my feet and started running
I ain't lookin' back
She got my heart and the receipt, this b*tch took it back
When you was tryna crack them hoes, we was cookin' crack
An easy steal, lil' n*gga, that's a rookie pass
Goin' around askin' how we eatin' with your lookin' ass
[Chorus]
You want some coochie, buy a b*tch some Gucci, she gon' give it up
We all shooters, so before you play, we don't give a f*ck
Remember f*cked up and bad, you was there, ain't give me nothin'
A half a million in all twenties, from now on, give me hundreds
'23, I'm drivin' Lambs, '03, they drove Hummers
Already got too many friends, I'm tryna get some more money
Bad b*tches, I f*ck runners, bag flippin', I got onions
Tryna touch another M before the summer

[Verse 2]
All 'za, I got a whole box for you for a hundred
b*tch told me shoot my shot, n*gga, you know I'm gon' gun her
Four thousand a pop, 'bout to pour your whole month up
Out of all my mama kids, n*ggas tell me I'm the dumb one
.45 with a switch, get on feet, we gotta run it
Hit his ass a block away, these n*ggas prey and I'm the hunter
Knock y'all big dog down, I was raised in the jungle
Three states in three days, I'm on my way back with nothin'
We get money, I like bad b*tches, she like street n*ggas
Say she like n*ggas with guns, I got three with me
These hoes f*ckin' everybody, I got three b*tches
Soon as you jump off the bait, I'ma keep fishin', Easy Money

[Chorus]
You want some coochie, buy a b*tch some Gucci, she gon' give it up
We all shooters, so before you play, we don't give a f*ck
Remember f*cked up and bad, you was there, ain't give me nothin'
A half a million in all twenties, from now on, give me hundreds
'23, I'm drivin' Lambs, '03, they drove Hummers
Already got too many friends, I'm tryna get some more money
Bad b*tches, I f*ck runners, bag flippin', I got onions
Tryna touch another M before the summer